07-04-2016, 08:36 AM
± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
If only things were as simply put as the Necromancer was hoping for. It wasn’t though, it isn’t, life isn’t that easy. Killdare had sulked, and sulked and still he was sour about the whole ordeal. Was it a curse or a blessing of his to lose those he loved? On any front he was tired of losing them, sick of the sickness their leaving brought his mind, his body. The way their tail end brought the ache in his heart that he dare not show anyone. Perhaps he wouldn’t do that anymore, let it happen, maybe he should suck it up and move forward instead of tracing designs in the sands of the past.
It’s just that he didn’t want to be something he wasn’t, never intended to be the dark creature that was expected of him. Was he avoiding fate then? Is that what waited for him regardless of wha the wanted?
Sometimes he thought so, the cackling of the fae had led him to believe in it when they had bestowed his Kingdom gift. Still he strove for change, he wanted a just world, he wanted more than fear and might to be his ruling legacy. Killdare wanted to be a good King, he wanted to act on justified grounds instead of ruling with a mind set on a thirst for power. He wanted to answer unjustice with justice and show those who sought to squabble over the world like a pack of rabid dogs just what it meant to lead. Nymph’s laughter broke him from his reverie, sooty ears pulling forward to hear the chortling sound.
“Mmm, still as humored as ever you,” he sighed taking in their surroundings in whole. “It’s true, love has a nasty sense of humor of her own. Perhaps you would be well suited to teach her new tricks?” His head rose higher then, looking at the conjurer with a practiced gaze. “Thank you Nymph, I wish there were advice for this. I’m not sure it’s something to be so easily cured with words hmm?” Of course it would take more than that to heal wounds so deep, to make sense of such a mess hell bent on staying one. “It’s good I kept you Nymph, you know?” The compliment is one of few to leave him but it is true nonetheless. “You’re a good man deep down, I’m sure we'll both get passed this, somehow.”
Already Killdare was finding he was getting passed it, he was moving on...
It’s just that he didn’t want to be something he wasn’t, never intended to be the dark creature that was expected of him. Was he avoiding fate then? Is that what waited for him regardless of wha the wanted?
Sometimes he thought so, the cackling of the fae had led him to believe in it when they had bestowed his Kingdom gift. Still he strove for change, he wanted a just world, he wanted more than fear and might to be his ruling legacy. Killdare wanted to be a good King, he wanted to act on justified grounds instead of ruling with a mind set on a thirst for power. He wanted to answer unjustice with justice and show those who sought to squabble over the world like a pack of rabid dogs just what it meant to lead. Nymph’s laughter broke him from his reverie, sooty ears pulling forward to hear the chortling sound.
“Mmm, still as humored as ever you,” he sighed taking in their surroundings in whole. “It’s true, love has a nasty sense of humor of her own. Perhaps you would be well suited to teach her new tricks?” His head rose higher then, looking at the conjurer with a practiced gaze. “Thank you Nymph, I wish there were advice for this. I’m not sure it’s something to be so easily cured with words hmm?” Of course it would take more than that to heal wounds so deep, to make sense of such a mess hell bent on staying one. “It’s good I kept you Nymph, you know?” The compliment is one of few to leave him but it is true nonetheless. “You’re a good man deep down, I’m sure we'll both get passed this, somehow.”
Already Killdare was finding he was getting passed it, he was moving on...
KILLDARE
magma King of the Chamber
This can end it if you like ^_^