Wayland
He/Him
Twenty-Eight
March Twenty-First
Vermillion City
Heterosexual
League Turncoat
Eh
Should I bite my tongue, until blood soaks my shirt?
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KING WAYLAND
let sleeping dragons lie
POSTED ON Jan 3, 2024 2:34:15 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","char-wrap"] [attr="class","char-main"] [attr="class","char-words"]Silence meets her. [break][break] It's thick, and permeating; a lack of noise so profound that he becomes all to aware of the ringing in his ears, and the beat of his own heart.[break][break] Ask for help? If she only knew. [break][break] He'd asked for help nearly every day of his life. [break][break] When his father would beat him while his mother only watched on despite the plea in his eyes that begged for her to intervene. When sagira mosse had died and he'd felt everything all at once, and was battered to nothing and as small as he felt then, like he was a child once more, eyes pleading for a single iota of understanding; of mercy. Yet, he got none, only blame, and ridicule. [break][break] And everyday after. [break][break] When he committed himself to his betrayal -- his revenge -- against everyone that had turned on him, the look in his eyes still screamed help me. He wanted nothing more than for someone to find out his plans and put a stop to it. To him. To everything. [break][break] And, even now. When he found someone who understood him -- or, he thought understood him -- only to once again have his life be turned upside down, pulled from his control and guided to the best course of action. Her best course. She meant only well, he knew, but still.. [break][break] He stares down at his open palms as a hurricane of emotions sweeps through him, and where it passes, only devastation remains. The truth was he was a specter; a ghost that haunted the League, Rocket, but most importantly, himself. Worse, he would lead his daughter down this path as well. [break][break] King sits on the edge of the bed, back to the councilwoman. Maybe he would place his faith in someone one last time. Maybe letting go of control here was the right play. For Delta. [break][break] And, maybe for him. [break][break] " Fine." His voice is nearly a whisper. " I'll place my faith in ye then. Help me." [attr="class","char-notes"] notes [attr="class","char-pkmn"]
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