05-04-2016, 05:44 PM
± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
Trust was a relative term. Lately the Magma King had been thinking just that. Was he trustworthy? The last few months had been a whirlwind of change and tangled promises and confusing paths that all led back to one another. Love was a fickle mistress just as the Chamber herself was, mostly he was certain this was her doing, always finding ways to throw just enough hammers in the gears that made up his life.
Not only had Killdare come to terms with the feelings he had been harboring for Astri's youngest child, he had kept her and made her his in a sense and with that they had made new life. Not only was this part of the web in which he seemed to weave, but he had found his heart bursting in two. One half rested with the color changing girl and the other was being hesitantly kept by an indigo woman. Then again there was the uncertain appearance of Spyndle and his mind was working on overdrive to try and settle what this all meant to his heart.
Perhaps he was a greedy beast, perhaps the Chamber had made him that way, or even the fires of hell that were roiling within him but he wanted them all. There was no way to chose and in that choosing there would still be loss. Another life was brewing within the blue woman and he was just as in love with her growing belly as he was with the expanding barrel of Dacia.
Today he goes to her, wherever she may be, swerving through the pines because Malis had taken to hiding, to distancing herself. They both had spoken long on the matter at hand and perhaps it was because they were both no spring chickens to the world that a fight and tears and anger had not come to fruition from the words- the truth. He offered her nothing but the truth, no matter how hard and confusing those truths might be. Killdare was no liar, he never had been, a man was his word and the King was indeed a man.
As he approaches the scent of blood and birth hangs heavy on the damp spring air, he burns for a moment forgetting the certainty that all was well. Finding them both against the lichen at the base of the southern mountains, one blue, and another a small indigo pointed bay. No matter how hard Malis pulled from him he only pushed to be near her, unrelenting in his favor and not quick to release her from his grasp. Unbeknownst to the women in his life her would fight to keep them and with them their children- he had already lost so much. He waits mere steps from their coiled bodies, breathing ash into the air and bringing warmth to keep the cool at bay. "Malis?" he asks, waiting to be accepted into their midst.
Not only had Killdare come to terms with the feelings he had been harboring for Astri's youngest child, he had kept her and made her his in a sense and with that they had made new life. Not only was this part of the web in which he seemed to weave, but he had found his heart bursting in two. One half rested with the color changing girl and the other was being hesitantly kept by an indigo woman. Then again there was the uncertain appearance of Spyndle and his mind was working on overdrive to try and settle what this all meant to his heart.
Perhaps he was a greedy beast, perhaps the Chamber had made him that way, or even the fires of hell that were roiling within him but he wanted them all. There was no way to chose and in that choosing there would still be loss. Another life was brewing within the blue woman and he was just as in love with her growing belly as he was with the expanding barrel of Dacia.
Today he goes to her, wherever she may be, swerving through the pines because Malis had taken to hiding, to distancing herself. They both had spoken long on the matter at hand and perhaps it was because they were both no spring chickens to the world that a fight and tears and anger had not come to fruition from the words- the truth. He offered her nothing but the truth, no matter how hard and confusing those truths might be. Killdare was no liar, he never had been, a man was his word and the King was indeed a man.
As he approaches the scent of blood and birth hangs heavy on the damp spring air, he burns for a moment forgetting the certainty that all was well. Finding them both against the lichen at the base of the southern mountains, one blue, and another a small indigo pointed bay. No matter how hard Malis pulled from him he only pushed to be near her, unrelenting in his favor and not quick to release her from his grasp. Unbeknownst to the women in his life her would fight to keep them and with them their children- he had already lost so much. He waits mere steps from their coiled bodies, breathing ash into the air and bringing warmth to keep the cool at bay. "Malis?" he asks, waiting to be accepted into their midst.
KILLDARE
magma King of the Chamber
