06-10-2015, 09:02 PM
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| When Covet was younger he really tried to see something in his children. It was the hubris that came with being king, with feeling important. Somewhere deep down he felt like his genetics meant something. All he had to do was think back to his mother abandoning him in the Adoption Den for him to realize that was absolute horseshit. Meeting her all those years later just solidified that fact. But as his children continued to fall short, and his adopted children the only things worth his time, he eventually stopped caring. They came and went, they lived and they died.
Except Aranea, but you can't claim she was like anyone else in the world. Now, though, he's pulled a 180. Where the vague displeasure once existed comes a new softness, a realization of his own mortality. His children are little bits and pieces of both himself and their mothers...but in a pleasant way. Val and Aranea did not take his stubborn disgust. Rowyn, all two seconds he'd known her, did not appear to have his general distrust either. She was youthful, wide eyed - innocent. Something Covet never had been. "Strong genes," he says, almost like a joke. The girl stands before him, her own orange eyes peering into his clouded ones, speaking about being a king. He had this conversation not too long ago with the twins. "Yes, a king twice over. Your mother tried to overthrow me." He allows the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips at this revelation. |
got a long list of ex lovers they’ll tell you i’m insane |