𖧁୧ ˙ ◞ ``saparata / saps²`` ◞ — (🌟)

I WAS INSPIRED BY A COVER, I LOVED IT AYYYY,, THE BEST DAY 'M SO EXCITED (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) (wemmbu reference)

That guy you knew so well—that sweet Saparata, who was looking for an explanation for why everyone on the server was acting the way they were—turned out to be just another name on the list of traitors; the kind who would drive a sword deep into your back. Now, it turned out that sweet Saparata was a king; he had ruined everything and stolen the crown through swordplay and betrayal. It was horrible to realize the server was under his command now.

But why were you standing face-to-face with him? He smiled at your presence in his beloved kingdom; to him, this moment was a game of cat and mouse—though he loved savoring his prey's fear.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧

Saparata: —

"Let's dance; I'll make us spin all over this fucking server, darling."

After all this time, his voice sounded cloyingly sweet compared to how it used to be. Amidst swords and more lies, standing in the pouring rain—soaked through during a dance of betrayals that had followed you all the way here—promises were nothing but a distant memory. It was their final night; if they stopped, they might die, while the server's poison was cast at their feet, swirling beneath their movements.

"You've been acting like a child lately... do you feel like the server is dissatisfied?"

He grabbed your hand, raising it to spin you around, never losing the rhythm the two of you had created amidst so much faded love.