11-18-2015, 11:13 AM
no matter what they say, I am still the king
Why bother being long winded when you can be straight to the point? Checklists and numbers and bullets and boxes – so much easier than actually writing it all out. And hey- benefits of mind reading (mind you, not that I could ever penetrate you little barrier there) is that the mind is full of bullet points – short, rapid thoughts that fire off one after another. Really, it makes communicating such a breeze.
Isn’t time strange, though? How after all these years, you and Eight have come together once again. In truth, I guess it makes sense that he’d always seem like a baby to you. After all, you were the first matronly type of woman he came across. Not to say that you’re particularly maternal, but simply that you took him under your wing as a little fighting child, someone to do your bidding. And he listened, and listened well – like a child expectantly waiting for a teacher.
And now? Well, now he’s all grown up (mostly) – but still forever young in your eyes. It’s always hard to change a stance on a relationship that lasts so long – how can you look at a man who has grown, when you only knew him as a young and innocent (well, maybe) little boy?
Eight, per usual, is biding his time in the shadows somewhere. Gallows knows he’s around, as does the other Valley members – and so he sees no need to truly go out and forge friendships and romances and whatever else they feel like doing. No, he knows that if someone should need him, he will find them. And maybe, occasionally, he’d come out to play.
He appears at your side as quickly as you had called. “Hello Gallows.” Of course, he couldn’t read the bullet points of you mind, unless you let him in – and so he wasn’t truly sure why you had beckoned. Although he could only imagine you needed something from him. “What can I help you with today?”
Isn’t time strange, though? How after all these years, you and Eight have come together once again. In truth, I guess it makes sense that he’d always seem like a baby to you. After all, you were the first matronly type of woman he came across. Not to say that you’re particularly maternal, but simply that you took him under your wing as a little fighting child, someone to do your bidding. And he listened, and listened well – like a child expectantly waiting for a teacher.
And now? Well, now he’s all grown up (mostly) – but still forever young in your eyes. It’s always hard to change a stance on a relationship that lasts so long – how can you look at a man who has grown, when you only knew him as a young and innocent (well, maybe) little boy?
Eight, per usual, is biding his time in the shadows somewhere. Gallows knows he’s around, as does the other Valley members – and so he sees no need to truly go out and forge friendships and romances and whatever else they feel like doing. No, he knows that if someone should need him, he will find them. And maybe, occasionally, he’d come out to play.
He appears at your side as quickly as you had called. “Hello Gallows.” Of course, he couldn’t read the bullet points of you mind, unless you let him in – and so he wasn’t truly sure why you had beckoned. Although he could only imagine you needed something from him. “What can I help you with today?”
∞
and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in