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A kid huh? Kushiel watched her for a long time. Measuring the perfection of her golden hide, the intelligent spark to her words. He would not have assumed she had a child, but it made her no less alluring. If anything…
Damn it. The good ones were always taken. He considered this for a moment. She didn’t seem like the type who could be taken. At least, not because someone told her how a mother should be. Kushiel grinned, no, she didn’t seem like that type at all.
Despite all odds, he liked kids. Their juvenility spoke to something deep within him. Something curious and reckless. Something wild and undeveloped. He liked the potential in them, though he had no children of his own.
“I would like to meet your son.”
And he truly meant it. The boy would be quite a sight if he was anything like his mother. As for that bastard father of his…Kushiel sighed inwardly, he’d like to meet him too, if only to see what a stallion had to do to lure in a woman like this.
As for the ravens, Kushiel was not so sold on them. Nosy little things weren’t they? One had kept him awake last night, cawing and scratching. It was like she said, it was probably worried he would burn its roost to the ground. It wasn’t entirely impossible, though very remote. Kushiel’s fire burned for him, not for the world at large. When he was done with it the flame usually just disappeared.
“I hate to break it to the ravens, but this tree is more of a fire hazard than I’ll ever be.”
This much was true, though it was a glorious thing. Had the Chamber’s queen been an utter fool, and she certainly was not, Kushiel would probably stay just for this tree. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was rather benign without a fire source at this disposal. But, boy was this a fire source. Kushiel felt his body respond to it, like a lover might to his woman. Once again he shook his head, trying to clear the seductive smoke from his mind. He turned his attention back to her.
“Fear not, Engelsfors, I’ve never burned open arms.” He smiled lazily at her, letting his words hang in the air. Truth be told, he didn’t much care about the Chamber’s arms. They were dirt and mud, for all its strangely beating heart. Her arms, however, were flesh and bone, and something else entirely.
Kushiel could see how her sapphire eyes might be unnerving, but he did not find them so. He stared into them, trying to see the shadows that played at their back. She wanted to know why he was here, but that would be a problem, for Kushiel didn’t really know himself. He was open to any ideas, but he hadn’t found one that seemed likely. A few moments later he answered slowly, and perhaps for the first time in their meeting, they were nothing more than sincere.
“Does there need to be a reason? If so, your guess is as good as mine.” He paused, and for the briefest moment his bravado was gone, replaced by something that could almost be vulnerable. Almost.
“My mother, Gallows, she lives for the Valley. Its mud slushes through her veins like blood does a normal persons.”He chuckled a little, unsure why he would tell her any of this, and if she would care.
“Her home is not in my blood. I would like to find a place that is.” This confession, it startled him because it was true. It was one of the few honest things he had ever said in his entire accursed, indulged life. He hoped, somehow, against all odds, that Engelsfors could appreciate this moment for the momentous occasion that it was. He smiled at her again, but this time it was lopsided.
“Is that a good enough reason?”
A kid huh? Kushiel watched her for a long time. Measuring the perfection of her golden hide, the intelligent spark to her words. He would not have assumed she had a child, but it made her no less alluring. If anything…Damn it. The good ones were always taken. He considered this for a moment. She didn’t seem like the type who could be taken. At least, not because someone told her how a mother should be. Kushiel grinned, no, she didn’t seem like that type at all.
Despite all odds, he liked kids. Their juvenility spoke to something deep within him. Something curious and reckless. Something wild and undeveloped. He liked the potential in them, though he had no children of his own.
“I would like to meet your son.”
And he truly meant it. The boy would be quite a sight if he was anything like his mother. As for that bastard father of his…Kushiel sighed inwardly, he’d like to meet him too, if only to see what a stallion had to do to lure in a woman like this.
As for the ravens, Kushiel was not so sold on them. Nosy little things weren’t they? One had kept him awake last night, cawing and scratching. It was like she said, it was probably worried he would burn its roost to the ground. It wasn’t entirely impossible, though very remote. Kushiel’s fire burned for him, not for the world at large. When he was done with it the flame usually just disappeared.
“I hate to break it to the ravens, but this tree is more of a fire hazard than I’ll ever be.”
This much was true, though it was a glorious thing. Had the Chamber’s queen been an utter fool, and she certainly was not, Kushiel would probably stay just for this tree. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was rather benign without a fire source at this disposal. But, boy was this a fire source. Kushiel felt his body respond to it, like a lover might to his woman. Once again he shook his head, trying to clear the seductive smoke from his mind. He turned his attention back to her.
“Fear not, Engelsfors, I’ve never burned open arms.” He smiled lazily at her, letting his words hang in the air. Truth be told, he didn’t much care about the Chamber’s arms. They were dirt and mud, for all its strangely beating heart. Her arms, however, were flesh and bone, and something else entirely.
Kushiel could see how her sapphire eyes might be unnerving, but he did not find them so. He stared into them, trying to see the shadows that played at their back. She wanted to know why he was here, but that would be a problem, for Kushiel didn’t really know himself. He was open to any ideas, but he hadn’t found one that seemed likely. A few moments later he answered slowly, and perhaps for the first time in their meeting, they were nothing more than sincere.
“Does there need to be a reason? If so, your guess is as good as mine.” He paused, and for the briefest moment his bravado was gone, replaced by something that could almost be vulnerable. Almost.
“My mother, Gallows, she lives for the Valley. Its mud slushes through her veins like blood does a normal persons.”He chuckled a little, unsure why he would tell her any of this, and if she would care.
“Her home is not in my blood. I would like to find a place that is.” This confession, it startled him because it was true. It was one of the few honest things he had ever said in his entire accursed, indulged life. He hoped, somehow, against all odds, that Engelsfors could appreciate this moment for the momentous occasion that it was. He smiled at her again, but this time it was lopsided.
“Is that a good enough reason?”
Kushiel
some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall