Cerulean Cape I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

"you are certainly bitter," the exile remarked, feeling the sting of her tongue in his pretty hide. for reasons unknown to him, the dismissive attitude of the one-eyed woman rankled ramesses. and yet perhaps she was correct. she wore scars clustered over her cold features, and he had none.
the ugly sin of jealousy crossed over his heart, and the serpent of the sands raised his head proudly. "i know more than to stare off at the water as if it will overflow and drown me." a retort meant to barb, though in the next moment his haughty visage smoothed. "that way, on that island, there is an empress. perhaps she will take you in," ramesses said of yuelong, tail switching at his heels. "it will put more in your soured belly than being alone."