[oh, the name was deliberately close. that's not as bad a piece of knowledge as he thought it might be. anyone who thought about it long enough would realize the last name was false - but in appearance, it's not so bad, and that's all he needs to skate by. now he can look at Hisoka again.]
It's almost a tragic story, isn't it? Having the strength to stand up to what was there, having the power that stood behind him, and all of it to end in losing paradise. Losing the love of the almighty who made him. And yet, it can't be tragic when in the end he still is heard. Reigns just the same, even though it's over another domain entirely.
In the end, he knows who he is. He may be king of evil itself, but he knows that place is where he wants to be.
[for that moment, the careful mask Chrollo wears isn't quite so perfect. there's something more intense in his eyes that vanishes the second someone else drifts near, going somewhere for something. metaphorically readjusted, to conceal his thoughts once again.]
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It's almost a tragic story, isn't it? Having the strength to stand up to what was there, having the power that stood behind him, and all of it to end in losing paradise. Losing the love of the almighty who made him. And yet, it can't be tragic when in the end he still is heard. Reigns just the same, even though it's over another domain entirely.
In the end, he knows who he is. He may be king of evil itself, but he knows that place is where he wants to be.
[for that moment, the careful mask Chrollo wears isn't quite so perfect. there's something more intense in his eyes that vanishes the second someone else drifts near, going somewhere for something. metaphorically readjusted, to conceal his thoughts once again.]