oops, i made it into more than just a sketch ( ಠ◡ಠ )
i fuckin love this au
Gavin sat on the thrown, placing the bloodied, golden crown atop his head. He leaned back against the red velvet and crossed his legs, smiling happily to himself. He was the new king. Mogar had never expected his ‘fool’ to backstab him. Literally. He looked upon his kill triumphantly, Mogar’s body sprawled on the floor with the glowing, diamond sword sticking out from his back, sticky blood coating everything. Gavin looked at his boots and smirked. He’d grown fond of these piss coloured relics. He looked up quickly as a pained groan filled the royal hall. He looked down at Mogar who was looking up weakly, eyes glazed over. He reached out his hand weakly. Gavin scoffed and looked on at the man before him, smirking with pleasure at the sight of his agony, but that smirk was quickly replaced with confusion as the old king spoke.
"Congratulations Gav, I’m proud of you…" he wheezed out, before his head dropped and he finally died, a peaceful smile stretching his worn features.
I am not okay.
This is not okay.
But not okay.