± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
The cold, he can really feel it now. Winter’s chill creeps up gently on the back of autumn’s cool breeze and the Chamber King must once again endure it. It is not that the cold is unbearable, it is not that he is unable to deal with the crisp air that threatens snow with each passing day, it is only that he must- he has no choice anymore. The Chamber King had made a mistake, had chosen the wrong path and in return he had been punished, they had all been punished. Perhaps King’s are only people too, they are not exempt from the consequences of their actions, nor do they always know the correct turn to take on the road of life. Still, he can’t help but miss the familiar fire that once coursed through his earthy skin, especially now that the seasons were turning.
Alas, instead of focusing too heavily on the loss of his gift, Killdare instead takes heed of what is still familiar- what is still left to him. The worn path on which his heavy feet tread for example, the dirt cleared of grass long ago and barren from use. It is something small like this that he can set his mind on to keep himself from outright grief. He had so much left still, like a Kingdom, a family, a herd. A passing crow catches his eye, the oil sleek feathers catching the light just right as to go from black to blue. Bruising in color with the assistance of the sun’s rays and that reminds him of the best things left to him. Malis and his children.
Of course the indigo mare had been keen on him, thank the Gods, else the bay stallion would have lost his mind. He was lucky to have her, to have found her even in her unfortunate circumstance that day, even heavy with child- a child that was not his own. That’s not to say that he hadn’t treated the girl with a regard as if she weren’t his own blood, each passing year he saw until she had grown into a fine woman, just as he would for any of them. It seems the focus of familiarity is also something to bring a gentle persuasion of memories this day, ones that make him frown and smile. It’s when he is smiling that he finds the end of his course, the woman that plagued his thoughts in all the good ways just ahead. He couldn’t help but to stop for a while, to simply stand and watch her from a distance, enjoying the simplicity of this privilege.
If ever the Gods made someone’s match she was his, even if on the outside they were like night and day. Inside they were fire and air and fed each others souls in ways Killdare could not begin to explain. He called to her then, gently coaxing a greeting from his broad chest to rumble forth. It had been ages since they were alone, at least to him, just she and he together without their children. For some time he had been trying to find a moment to be with her, to spend an evening without the burdens of ruling on their shoulders. “Malis,” he wondered after her in his deep baritone as he drew closer to where she stood.
Alas, instead of focusing too heavily on the loss of his gift, Killdare instead takes heed of what is still familiar- what is still left to him. The worn path on which his heavy feet tread for example, the dirt cleared of grass long ago and barren from use. It is something small like this that he can set his mind on to keep himself from outright grief. He had so much left still, like a Kingdom, a family, a herd. A passing crow catches his eye, the oil sleek feathers catching the light just right as to go from black to blue. Bruising in color with the assistance of the sun’s rays and that reminds him of the best things left to him. Malis and his children.
Of course the indigo mare had been keen on him, thank the Gods, else the bay stallion would have lost his mind. He was lucky to have her, to have found her even in her unfortunate circumstance that day, even heavy with child- a child that was not his own. That’s not to say that he hadn’t treated the girl with a regard as if she weren’t his own blood, each passing year he saw until she had grown into a fine woman, just as he would for any of them. It seems the focus of familiarity is also something to bring a gentle persuasion of memories this day, ones that make him frown and smile. It’s when he is smiling that he finds the end of his course, the woman that plagued his thoughts in all the good ways just ahead. He couldn’t help but to stop for a while, to simply stand and watch her from a distance, enjoying the simplicity of this privilege.
If ever the Gods made someone’s match she was his, even if on the outside they were like night and day. Inside they were fire and air and fed each others souls in ways Killdare could not begin to explain. He called to her then, gently coaxing a greeting from his broad chest to rumble forth. It had been ages since they were alone, at least to him, just she and he together without their children. For some time he had been trying to find a moment to be with her, to spend an evening without the burdens of ruling on their shoulders. “Malis,” he wondered after her in his deep baritone as he drew closer to where she stood.
KILLDARE
King of the Chamber
its not great ;-; sorry.ily.