I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
He would never pretend to be something that he is not. He is incapable of it. If the child truly believed herself worthy of joining his family, she had best learn it now. He is not a kind man. Not a fatherly figure, to teach with sympathetic doting. Pain and horror is where is expertise lay, where her lessons would begin. That is, if she wished to claim him as father. He would let her walk away if she did not. He is not a cruel man, after all.
But she is determined. Even with her accusing gaze and stiff posture, pretty words spout from her lips. Ones designed to cajole and berate. She has a stubbornness within her, a bravery that he could use to his advantage. It would serve her (and him) well, he thinks.
The words are out and she falls silent, her gaze filled with challenge as she stares at him boldly. A soft sigh slips past charred lips as a whooshing sound accompanies the flame that rises to encase his skin. He steps close, slowly, deliberately, giving her a chance to flee should she so choose. His fiery muzzle skims along her bony withers, her thin neck, moving to graze the wispy mane adorning her topline. He nibbles at the fine hair there in an almost paternal gesture, were it not for the flames caressing her skin with every touch.
He waits for her to flinch, wondering how she would react. He would not follow her if she did, would not grace her further with his touch. But a small part of him hopes that she will experience his burning embrace with delight rather than horror.
When finally he speaks, responding to her brazen statements, his voice is soft, whispering past cracked lips on a low growl. ”Children are easy enough to make,” he says, his words taunting. ”Your only interest to me is your potential.”
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie