[private] I Don't Make Love; Kryptic, Kolera [Levi]

[Levi]

The dam breaks, and he is flooded by a torrent of angry words. The meek mare is nowhere to be seen now. After the years he had known her, the transformation he had witnessed, he should have known it was coming, the change of character could not possibly be so complete as she would have him believe. The Imp is back, and he quells the smile with threaten to make an appearance - that would only make things much worse.

He lets her say her piece, it was what he asked for anyway, and although she almost loses him somewhere between the overstatements and the sarcasm he does his best to read between the lines.

She felt betrayed. She was jealous.
His life was a balancing act between self-loathing and narcissism, and today the later was winning. 

"If you want to hear my side, then listen. I spent months guarding Karaugh, who by the way, I had no idea was your mother until an hour ago. Yes, we found ways to pass the time which are, apparently, repulsive to everyone else. But I was happy to watch her go, and unless she foolishly finds her way back here I will probably never see her again." 

Was that the whole problem? That she thought he had -feelings- for her mother? His voice is low but the flames along his crested neck lash angrily. There is steel in his mismatched eyes, but they are not altogether hardened. Kolera had been with him from his adolescence on, she was one of the few who knew his whole story. Relentlessly over the years, she had carved herself a niche in his affections. 

"Don't compare me to her," his voice is tempered with sincerity below the smoke, "I've never claimed to be a hero, but I'm not selfish as that. I would never abandon my child, my family."

If she couldn't see that, if she would leave him standing there talking to himself, he would let her go. 

Levi

so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.