[ When Kaeya receives the invitation, he knows that he will be attending the execution before his mind manages to process what that all means. There's no question about it. Even if none of them are being pressured to go, he understands that it will have certain implications (and perhaps consequences) if one deigns it unnecessary to show up. Maybe they'll find out what those consequences will be, if anything, but beyond just seeing this as an obligation because he is an Aion of the Kenoma, there is also a morbid curiousity that comes with wanting to see what the Regent plans on doing.
So he goes, dressed up in all black with hints of an intricate and golden flourish on the right edge of his cape. His characteristic eyepatch has been abandoned for something more in line with Achamite fashion — an ornate mask that hides both his eye and shard. If one were to look closely enough, they might catch a glimpse of the crystalline black and blue sheen of his soul, but otherwise, his bangs do a good job of hiding it. This is the first time he's ever felt the need to wear a mask. After all, there's no point in continuing to pretend that he is still a servant of the one-eyed king when his reign no longer matters here at Horos.
When he enters the throne room, he spares one glance at the main display. There is something familiar about what has been done to Estinien that is almost startling. No, it isn't the violence done to his person, the loss of his limbs, or the spears that keep him pinned to the wall and floor. It's the black ichor that bubbles and oozes from everywhere it could, crawling out of his body like a heavy sludge, like the blood of abyssal monsters that he has encountered before. It's a frightening reminder of just how far-reaching the abyss truly is, and it also serves as another realization: perhaps this is why he answered the Kenoma's call.
He keeps to himself, for the most part, looking around to see who else might show up. It's no surprise that most of the Kenoma will be here in attendance, but the ones who are absent will... definitely have him wondering. (Makoto, for one thing. Where is he?) The servants on duty try to offer him a drink, but he refuses, surprisingly enough, stating that he would rather have a clear mind in order to be able to fully digest what's to come. Beyond that, he isn't exactly trying to ignore anyone, and if someone does try to approach him, he already has a small smile to offer as a form of greeting.
It almost feels wrong to have one on his face given the situation, but he can only hope it'll help ease the tension for someone else. ]
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So he goes, dressed up in all black with hints of an intricate and golden flourish on the right edge of his cape. His characteristic eyepatch has been abandoned for something more in line with Achamite fashion — an ornate mask that hides both his eye and shard. If one were to look closely enough, they might catch a glimpse of the crystalline black and blue sheen of his soul, but otherwise, his bangs do a good job of hiding it. This is the first time he's ever felt the need to wear a mask. After all, there's no point in continuing to pretend that he is still a servant of the one-eyed king when his reign no longer matters here at Horos.
When he enters the throne room, he spares one glance at the main display. There is something familiar about what has been done to Estinien that is almost startling. No, it isn't the violence done to his person, the loss of his limbs, or the spears that keep him pinned to the wall and floor. It's the black ichor that bubbles and oozes from everywhere it could, crawling out of his body like a heavy sludge, like the blood of abyssal monsters that he has encountered before. It's a frightening reminder of just how far-reaching the abyss truly is, and it also serves as another realization: perhaps this is why he answered the Kenoma's call.
He keeps to himself, for the most part, looking around to see who else might show up. It's no surprise that most of the Kenoma will be here in attendance, but the ones who are absent will... definitely have him wondering. (Makoto, for one thing. Where is he?) The servants on duty try to offer him a drink, but he refuses, surprisingly enough, stating that he would rather have a clear mind in order to be able to fully digest what's to come. Beyond that, he isn't exactly trying to ignore anyone, and if someone does try to approach him, he already has a small smile to offer as a form of greeting.
It almost feels wrong to have one on his face given the situation, but he can only hope it'll help ease the tension for someone else. ]