08-31-2021, 04:51 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
The court they had created amongst the sea of gentle flowers was rarely a kind one and he takes Skandar’s greeting for what it was. He would have gotten nowhere if he took offense to every clipped greeting, if he buckled and fell to his knees at every slight and disrespect, all the cruel words that had been hurled at him since he had been abandoned by those he needed most. He was what he was, he stood where he was, only because of his own dark determination and grit that lurked beneath the haziness of his drunk and disorderly self. There had also been a little sprinkle of fairy dust and a steady hand in the form of a golden mare that had steered him towards a path he had once been blind to.
One that he sees much clearer now.
There is no missing the muscle that works in Skandar’s jaw when their eyes lock, a similar gesture working in his own. There is a sudden hunger that twists it’s way through his stomach and he vaguely wonders what the skin walker would look like if his fangs found their way to that steady thrumming right beneath his colorful throat. Would he bleed in multicolors too? It takes him a moment to realize that those thoughts are not his own.
They had nothing but time as an immortal.
The creature within him whispers otherwise.
Silently he steps into the stream and joins the Champion once he agrees to company, ignoring the cold that sends shockwaves up his obsidian legs. It helps clear his head from the bloody suggestions and that hunger eases a little in his belly. Quietly and quickly he tells Skandar about Sickle and what he had experienced in Tephra. He doesn’t doubt that Aela had probably told him already, a thought that sends a ripple of scales to flare up along his belly, but the freezing waters work well enough at keeping the serpent at bay. “I have to go to Loess.” He finally says quietly, his blazing gaze turned to the blinking stars in the sky that the Champion had once been watching. “It’s only a matter of time before someone comes looking for her.” And here he looks pointedly at Skandar as he says roughly, “It’s important that they leave empty-handed… Should someone come. ” And there is a question there, a subtle one, that goes beyond if he thinks the skin changer can handle it. He doesn’t doubt the other’s abilities, far from it after what he had seen. The things Aela had shown him. It always seems to come back to her after all.
It was probably a pointless thing to ask anyways. It wasn’t the Prince she had turned to in her time of need when Gale had split open her chest.
A hoof lazily pulls at the stones beneath the water as he turns his vermillion gaze back to the Pampas before them. “There’s something else.” He finally says after some time has passed. The ire in his eyes light up again but it’s not because of what he assumes Skandar will think he’s about to ask. No, this goes much farther than where the golden Seneschal is concerned. However he waits to see if he does end up baiting something from the constellation beside him. Old habits die hard after all.
One that he sees much clearer now.
There is no missing the muscle that works in Skandar’s jaw when their eyes lock, a similar gesture working in his own. There is a sudden hunger that twists it’s way through his stomach and he vaguely wonders what the skin walker would look like if his fangs found their way to that steady thrumming right beneath his colorful throat. Would he bleed in multicolors too? It takes him a moment to realize that those thoughts are not his own.
They had nothing but time as an immortal.
The creature within him whispers otherwise.
Silently he steps into the stream and joins the Champion once he agrees to company, ignoring the cold that sends shockwaves up his obsidian legs. It helps clear his head from the bloody suggestions and that hunger eases a little in his belly. Quietly and quickly he tells Skandar about Sickle and what he had experienced in Tephra. He doesn’t doubt that Aela had probably told him already, a thought that sends a ripple of scales to flare up along his belly, but the freezing waters work well enough at keeping the serpent at bay. “I have to go to Loess.” He finally says quietly, his blazing gaze turned to the blinking stars in the sky that the Champion had once been watching. “It’s only a matter of time before someone comes looking for her.” And here he looks pointedly at Skandar as he says roughly, “It’s important that they leave empty-handed… Should someone come. ” And there is a question there, a subtle one, that goes beyond if he thinks the skin changer can handle it. He doesn’t doubt the other’s abilities, far from it after what he had seen. The things Aela had shown him. It always seems to come back to her after all.
It was probably a pointless thing to ask anyways. It wasn’t the Prince she had turned to in her time of need when Gale had split open her chest.
A hoof lazily pulls at the stones beneath the water as he turns his vermillion gaze back to the Pampas before them. “There’s something else.” He finally says after some time has passed. The ire in his eyes light up again but it’s not because of what he assumes Skandar will think he’s about to ask. No, this goes much farther than where the golden Seneschal is concerned. However he waits to see if he does end up baiting something from the constellation beside him. Old habits die hard after all.
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@Skandar
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