07-29-2015, 02:24 AM
The boy grins under his watch and in that smile Khaos sees a heart that is warm and caring, and desperate to be loved. It rankles him to see it, but he reigns in his displeasure. The boy is young yet, and still malleable. He will have plenty of time to mold the child into a proper heir with a far darker heart.
The boy reveals the substance that he’s made of and Khaos’ head cocks to the side, his interest peaked. “Plastic eh? Pity it’s not iron, but it’ll do.” Iron would have made Fraktyr a true heir, but, the boy is still the first of his children to be made of something other than flesh. It’s better than nothing. He peers in closer at the dark boy and touches him again with his muzzle. Fraktyr’s plastic side is cool to the touch, and feels rough. He gently nips at the boy, testing the plastic and keeping an eye on Fraktyr’s face, waiting to see what reaction the boy will have. He’s pleased to see that his teeth do not dig in to the plastic at all - a resilient substance indeed!
He raises his head and a loud, genuine laugh escapes him when the boy says he wants to be tough like him. “And so you shall!” Perhaps he can use this, this adoration. He can use it to help the boy follow in his footsteps.
He hadn’t missed the boy’s wording however. Fraktyr had said that he isn’t made of plastic now. Meaning that he possibly hadn’t been before? “What did you mean son, that you are plastic now? Where you not before?”
The boy reveals the substance that he’s made of and Khaos’ head cocks to the side, his interest peaked. “Plastic eh? Pity it’s not iron, but it’ll do.” Iron would have made Fraktyr a true heir, but, the boy is still the first of his children to be made of something other than flesh. It’s better than nothing. He peers in closer at the dark boy and touches him again with his muzzle. Fraktyr’s plastic side is cool to the touch, and feels rough. He gently nips at the boy, testing the plastic and keeping an eye on Fraktyr’s face, waiting to see what reaction the boy will have. He’s pleased to see that his teeth do not dig in to the plastic at all - a resilient substance indeed!
He raises his head and a loud, genuine laugh escapes him when the boy says he wants to be tough like him. “And so you shall!” Perhaps he can use this, this adoration. He can use it to help the boy follow in his footsteps.
He hadn’t missed the boy’s wording however. Fraktyr had said that he isn’t made of plastic now. Meaning that he possibly hadn’t been before? “What did you mean son, that you are plastic now? Where you not before?”
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
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