JACE
More compassionate brothers might've felt a bit bad for upsetting their sister, but Jace was not a compassionate brother. He wasn't really a compassionate person period. She could be mad all she wanted, but he hadn't said anything but the truth. One magic, for someone who liked to style herself after the Merciless? Please. She didn't deserve to flatter herself so.
"Then I will be Grand Sorcerer I guess." he said softly. It was a garbage, lofty title that spoke of grandeur and pomp that made him want to gag. Grandeur and pomp actualized nothing. It meant nothing, accomplished nothing. It was no more than plumage on the tail feathers of a wingless bird. But of course, Eirachi had warned him that people held to such ridiculousness so he supposed the title of 'The Guy In Charge' wouldn't do. Ugh. Such a bother.
Jace looked at her bowl, wondering if she was done yet. The noise of the rowdy bar customers was grating his nerves.
"Then I will be Grand Sorcerer I guess." he said softly. It was a garbage, lofty title that spoke of grandeur and pomp that made him want to gag. Grandeur and pomp actualized nothing. It meant nothing, accomplished nothing. It was no more than plumage on the tail feathers of a wingless bird. But of course, Eirachi had warned him that people held to such ridiculousness so he supposed the title of 'The Guy In Charge' wouldn't do. Ugh. Such a bother.
Jace looked at her bowl, wondering if she was done yet. The noise of the rowdy bar customers was grating his nerves.
Love is fake.
Just ask my parents.
