what’s in a name
pairing: komugi ო meruem.
notes: for alexbenedetto, my twin soulmate, who ships them more than anyone! i’ve been planning this for a while, and i hope you enjoy it!
“You hold her like you love her,” Shiapouf does not say. But the King still catches the glimpse of silent, calculating thought beneath his servant’s eyes when he passes through the halls, with Komugi’s small, bonelike body curled in his arms.
Pouf does say, “The human may not have good eyes, but she has working legs, my Lord.”
The King (nameless ruler, soulless god) cranes his neck. It’s a fraction of a gesture, but Pouf seems to understand the force behind it well enough. He swallows, as the King warns:
“Do you doubt my perceptions, Pouf?”
The Ant’s throat bobs. “N-no, my King.”
The King turns, then, and with his back to Pouf, he says: “I’m taking her to more comfortable quarters. She needs a break from the games.”
She’s so very fragile, the King does not say. He does not let his gaze drift to the red-lined wounds on her skin. All it took was a bird to make her like this. She falls and she bleeds. She cries. She cannot see.
She is weak.
Or is she?