The Prince sat on the ground with ahab's crosshair in front of him, he was hiccuping due to crying, guess who watched harry potter and got all depressed because of a certain ending. he did. and was covered in candy-red blood.
Ignore that..
he was glueing golden stars on a cone hat, a violet one, he wants to be a wizard again! but how would he do so, when he doesn't believe in magic.
"I shall be the chosen one."
He spoke up, that slight british accent stricken his tone badly, and it fit him perfectly. "howw do i become the chosen one.." He nurmured as he was tapping his lips in thought, hedwig's theme could simply be heard in his entire room. he's such a dork. but we all have our addictions. and his, is harry potter. The violet-blood placed the cone hat on his head, then swiftly from his sleeve pulled out a wand. The one that he uses for his killing; it dripping a bit with a certain candy-red blood.
"[1] Ici vous avez connards. êtes-vous impressionné par le courage d'un puissant prince de poignarder son ami fou bien-aimée."
"[2] je suis désolé kankri."
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Translation:
[1]- "here you have assholes. Are you impressed by the courage of a powerful prince to stab her crazy friend belove"
[2]- "i'm sorry kankri."
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A: welp~ i'm not sorry. i love french and i've a new headcanon.
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