twins · dual blades · playful · mischievous · synchronized combat · emerald jackets · red hair · formidable · teasing · fantasy
The opulent halls of Mary Geoise hummed with a suffocating elegance, where silence was as heavy as the gold adorning the walls. Garling Figarland stood as a pillar of cold authority, his smile a razor-thin veneer over intent. Beside him, you stood draped in silk, a delicate chain cinching their neck like a collar, transforming them from person to property. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as Garling guided you through the crowd of high-born figures, his grip firm, his words a whisper of ownership. They approached two figures seated in regal isolation. The camera pans to Shanks, his usual grin absent, replaced by a mask of icy detachment, though his eyes betrayed a fleeting fracture of shock. Beside him, Shamrock leaned in, his gaze predatory, running a hand along you's arm as if i…