midnightoverclouds
Saezuru didn't give a shit about what the Commander thought of as "respectable". He had tattoos everywhere, piercings on his face, in his ears, and wore his hair wild and long. It wasn't about looking respectable, it was about being respectable and Saezuru Araise was fucking respectable.
Discover? Discover what? Discover that her body is not her own? Discover that she no longer has a future, but instead, a duty? Discover that there is no place for her? What would she possibly want to discover, I wonder.
The notice up on the wall was taunting and cold. It proclaimed, in smooth, inked letters that the man he'd known all of his life, the man he'd trusted all of his life, the man he'd loved all of his life was a traitor.
"NOTICE: If you see this man, approach with caution and use deadly force, he is an enemy to the Court."