Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [Magnus, Mast]

[Nymphetamine]

Like a thorn to the holy ones Nymphetamine took a much needed breath his sides shaking slightly as he exhaled. Magnus didn't tear him apart as some kind of impostor, there to sabotage whatever hope Gates has left after the attack. While Magnus spoke he simply nodded, allowing the words to ease his soul. His youth was a big factor in his unrest, while he was more mature than most 2 year olds, he was not always in the best control of his mind. He knew he was more riled than he should and he worked hard to calm himself. If the king of Gates was to help protect him he would have to show his control. Nymphetamine used the time waiting for the King to join them to gain more information. What he could do to help Gates. Your queen was taken? is she held captive or is she there as a token of peace? is there anything I should know before your king arrives? He shifted allowing his weight to transfer from one hind dagger to the other. His agitation growing with each passing second. Time was ticking away, and he would have to leave soon no matter how this played out. If the king didn't come soon, this opportunity would pass. He lowered his head the weight seeming too heavy to continue to hold proudly. Magnus, I hope your King is swift, Killdare expects me at Chamber in less than two days with my answer. Our window is short, this opportunity could easily slip away. [ooc] The layers unfurl like an onion with this one. (i by no mean mean this to be a snide commentary on taking too long to post- I know Broken has been away. i'm just playing up the drama with the pons) Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain.... So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above onto me? For once upon a time On the binds of your lowliness I could always find the slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discoulours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine HTML Copyright To Tay.