Twelfth Act // [Accidental Video] - It's better to say goodbye to your sweet liquored lips

[featherdrequiem]

 [The feed seems to begin with Kuja very sloppily going through his wardrobe, throwing various articles of clothing from it onto the bed or the floor. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to what he's doing. All that he'd bought in Paris is in his room, especially his new collections of corsets and various expensive fashions. Looking behind Kuja there's an empty bottle of red wine and a half emptied glass in his free hand. There's a slight pink flush to his cheeks as he leans back, staring at one particular corset. He studies it for a moment before throwing it back onto the bed. 
He's also singing along to his new speaker system a little off key, that sort of drunk karaoke. So he's finally had time to let it sink in that he was going to die. His fate really was to just die in the end, like Garland had said. What had he spent his life doing? Foolishly ignoring the warning, trying to prove him wrong.]

God resigned from
Hearing my old story
Every night I'm paying
Hell for glory
I'm embarrassed but
I'm much more sorry...