Nereus Isaah Vespoli // D4 [FIN]

Your king has entered - It appeared as if he had at least, nobody could have told the difference between the highest of a self-imposed hierarchy against this simple street rat - But how little you knew about street rats - How the angle of his chin rivaled that of anybody's true ruler could baffle anybody, the pride bouncing off him in every golden step that he gifted you even if they were straight across the nose breaching off your face. Each step of his that managed to appear as if they would fly over anybody's head even if they were perfectly in his way (and they probably would), leaving most people at a loss from a 6"3 tower marching right over their heads.

"Oh, but Nereus! How, you look magnificent." He had heard it all before, the anonymous compliments from strangers he had never seen before, and would never see again. Accepting all the same however, with a slow, calm Thank you. Always equipped with a gentle smile that showcased the dimples forming on each polar side of his lips. The same lips that could start a kingdom as well as destroy one. Each compliment was given a tiny kiss of an approval before Nereus gritted his teeth and ripped it into two's and four's of pieces and batted his pride elongated eyelashes away before disgust managed to settle into each hazel iris stare that sank into his peasant's soul.

A king didn't need a heart of gold, even if he wasn't a king, but only a street rat playing attempting to play with the big dogs."Oh, but you don't need a heart of gold, Nereus! For you have hair and a brain coated in it!" "Shut up." The king did not need the consolation of peasants. Nereus wouldn't have been able to tell if the stands sprouting from his own scalp was true gold or not, even if he wanted to. Why could he rule a kingdom if he wanted, but telling one colour from the next was impossible? How could he even trust something as simple as that up to somebody else either? What was a king to do when he couldn't even tell trusted drugs were turning his skin into a red past his neck when he couldn't tell if the walls were blue or green.

"Useless. Useless. Useless." They were though, nothing in particular just most things in general. The eyes stuck in his skull that he didn't even know the true colour of, the plates he threw to the ground due to them not being big enough, the strangers on the streets that did something or nothing to him at all. "He's going insane No, He already was. The brain inside of his skull had broke awhile ago. Sometimes the world seemed to duct tape itself together though, to where the faces around him didn't seem to want to stab him and steal his crown. As if sometimes he could pretend to be the peasants looking up to somebody, rather than be the one in charge of everybody in his head.

The king had no reason to worry though, He could live through life as he pleased and things seemed to just fix itself around him. Even when he wasn't sitting high on the throne, he still wasn't "All the way there."But he was the king, and didn't need any approval before acting. If he felt like biting fish heads off before roasting them, then the others couldn't stop him from his pursuits. Or else it was off with their heads.

Society hadn't always viewed Nereus as "The King" he truly was. At one point he sat in a tiny cottage lonely of no servants, except for his small, Arroyo. Blood was supposedly thicker than the water that surrounded the two of them, so the brothers were connected by the hips almost, besides every king needs his butlers to rule. His mother always spoke of how their hair matched the same as well as their hearts. "My two bricks of gold." Brick had described how he felt easily, Why did Arroyo see that their strands of hair and their beating organs matched? Why couldn't the King see it?

But the colour of their "golden hair" imprinted itself on his brain short after, or at least the shade of grey he saw it as did. How could it be Nereus' fault however? The king had things to get done, and Arroyo was in the way. Was he though? The tiny little boy who lived under Nereus' wing hadn't made it far, but the water outside of their house wasn't that deep. "Come on colour-boy, swim." The words etched into young Nereus' brain. If he can't even swim five feet back to the tiny house they lived in, how could he provide himself useful to the King? But Arroyo was definitely no use to him dead.

Nereus had left him in the water, face-down, he knew Arroyo would come through and make it back but cinnamon rolls were calling the king's name. Mother wasn't all too happy about finding Arroyo, "My baby! My baby! Dear god no. No!" "Mother, I'm ok, see! I'm perfectly fine!" But Nereus realized that he wasn't Mother's only baby... So Mother had to leave. "It's unfaithful to follow two kings, Mother." Nereus had learned three things afterwards: 1) Humans aren't invincible against forks, 2) living on the streets at the age of sixteen isn't as hard if you know how to hold a crown correctly, and 3) having a large family has perks if you need a vacation from your kingdom.