05-10-2016, 07:44 AM
"Evil requires no reason."
He has 87 kids, including Tycho. He could care less where the others were, what they were doing, how they were...all except this little demon laying between his mother's hooves. Damn if that didn't scare the shit out of him. He could name his kids, tell you who their mother's were, because while he pretended not to care he did, he found a secret joy in the mares that he took beneath him.
Unless Daeryssa, when she set off an explosion in his chest, breaking away that rocky wall that he had had in front of his heart for so long he had forgotten it was there.
(Jack Skellington, Dis Pater, Juggernaut, they all laughed at him in his head, the magical remnants of them chuckling cruelly at his sudden downfall. Even Saqr the first could not help but smirk at his predicament. Love has always been their down fall, too much or lack of. His legacy before him when he had finally taken Jack Skellington over and killed him in a gooey black pile of muck.)
Fear entered his heart and his head for the first time, genuine fear. It made his heart race and he wondered if this meant that it was soon his time to go. He certainly hoped not. The others had been sad, angsty and he was nothing close to feeling like that. Angry perhaps that he had allowed all this to happen to him, but he was beginning to realize that sometimes it just happened whether you wanted it to or not.
He can still feel the touch of his son's lips against his shoulder and then again where Ryss had marked him hers. He was. He was so hers. She owed his heart, had thieved it from his body when he hadn't been paying attention. Even though he had clearly just show Tycho it it...it didn't matter, it was just some pale imitation for the love that he held.
For her.. All for her.
His eyes fall back upon her. Because she is thanking him. Guilt runs through him, guilt that he had thought about letting her go so long ago with just this boy to care for on his own. Guilt that he hadn't been there before. Guilt that he had used her so long ago.
No wonder they had all committed suicide or allowed another entity to sweep forwards, sealing their deaths. Love was heavy shit.
For a while he doesn't say anything. His dark eyes are on her as she watches him, as they dart from him to their boy, to their little demon. He remembers what he had said, warning her off as well as reminding himself that sex was all he could give her. What utter bullshit.
He would damn well give her more than either of them had wanted before. It was just that he needed to know, needed to see some inkling of it in her eyes, that she might feel the same, before he went at her with everything he had. He would be sneaky, perhaps even a little manipulative in his quest to win her heart over, but he would.
"No thanks are necessary." And her favorite flower, whatever it happened to be, in her favorite color rose up out of the ground in front of her.
Unless Daeryssa, when she set off an explosion in his chest, breaking away that rocky wall that he had had in front of his heart for so long he had forgotten it was there.
(Jack Skellington, Dis Pater, Juggernaut, they all laughed at him in his head, the magical remnants of them chuckling cruelly at his sudden downfall. Even Saqr the first could not help but smirk at his predicament. Love has always been their down fall, too much or lack of. His legacy before him when he had finally taken Jack Skellington over and killed him in a gooey black pile of muck.)
Fear entered his heart and his head for the first time, genuine fear. It made his heart race and he wondered if this meant that it was soon his time to go. He certainly hoped not. The others had been sad, angsty and he was nothing close to feeling like that. Angry perhaps that he had allowed all this to happen to him, but he was beginning to realize that sometimes it just happened whether you wanted it to or not.
He can still feel the touch of his son's lips against his shoulder and then again where Ryss had marked him hers. He was. He was so hers. She owed his heart, had thieved it from his body when he hadn't been paying attention. Even though he had clearly just show Tycho it it...it didn't matter, it was just some pale imitation for the love that he held.
For her.. All for her.
His eyes fall back upon her. Because she is thanking him. Guilt runs through him, guilt that he had thought about letting her go so long ago with just this boy to care for on his own. Guilt that he hadn't been there before. Guilt that he had used her so long ago.
No wonder they had all committed suicide or allowed another entity to sweep forwards, sealing their deaths. Love was heavy shit.
For a while he doesn't say anything. His dark eyes are on her as she watches him, as they dart from him to their boy, to their little demon. He remembers what he had said, warning her off as well as reminding himself that sex was all he could give her. What utter bullshit.
He would damn well give her more than either of them had wanted before. It was just that he needed to know, needed to see some inkling of it in her eyes, that she might feel the same, before he went at her with everything he had. He would be sneaky, perhaps even a little manipulative in his quest to win her heart over, but he would.
"No thanks are necessary." And her favorite flower, whatever it happened to be, in her favorite color rose up out of the ground in front of her.
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