He doesn't find his feeling of being distant from her unusual. He was distant from most others and the few ties or bonds he had (relationships if you could call them that) were twisted sick things at best. It's the boiling of his blood at the sight of her which is odd. Although his temper is tempermental, it's usually caused within reasoning. The only reasoning here is because of a memory. At first it may be because of Chezter but the more he thinks about it... It dawns on him. She reminds him of his mother. Not in her looks because Kennedy had looked like him, she hadn't been a stark shade of green. No it's something in the way she holds herself, similar mannerisms. The way she uses her body and doesn't care how it makes her look.
She greets him with a knowing smile and even more suggestive words. His red eyes glitter as he grimaces back at her, forcing himself closer to her. She suggests a walk and reluctantly he joins her side, giving a glance back at the son she left behind. Yep, just like Kennedy. It makes his insides constrict with a sudden surge of disgust. It makes him want to bend her to his will even more, make her beg for his most sadistic pleasures. Yet he walks with her anyways. "Do we?" He responds flatly, gazing out over the Chamber. "Brought anymore friends of yours around lately?"
Gryffen
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