05-04-2016, 06:13 PM
± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
Maybe it is odd that he chooses now to show up, coincidence maybe...perhaps.
The truth is he is never too far, though he may appear to be. Lately he had been giving two women in particular their space. It is not because he did not want to be around them, truthfully he wanted nothing else but life was complicated. Love was complicated, and his own love life was proving to be more tangled than most.
Where he had explained to Malis the nature of their peculiar situation, he had not yet had that talk with the young green female. Every day he thought of how he should say it, how he could make her understand and what was the right sentence to use. Perhaps there was no right way to go about it, especially since Dacia was so young, Killdare feared the worst.
He knew she would be angry, upset even, maybe she would hate him. The thought of their parting made him ache and so he had bit his tongue every time they were together, uncertain on how to proceed with the conversation they so desperately needed to have. Today he meant to change that, to say the things he needed to say and to accept the bed in which he had made for himself. Accept it, all save for leaving her, he would remain constant as much as he could for as long as he could. He would fight to keep her and to keep their child, every push they may give him would only cause his own pull.
It is for certain that he had made a mess of things all the way around, not only where Dacia was concerned but where Malis was as well. The indigo colored woman had distanced herself from both the Kingdom as well as himself and he could pressure her no more to change that.
When he does arrive to the very small gathering it is apparent that he has come in the nick of time. Tension is high and there is a smell that does not settle his nerves but he knows the scent well, he's smelled it twice before. As he approaches he can tell that the two present are both uncertain as to what to do or how exactly to do things and the wide eyed soldier at her side gives plenty away. "Dacia? Are you okay? Is it time?" He knows it is but does she?
The truth is he is never too far, though he may appear to be. Lately he had been giving two women in particular their space. It is not because he did not want to be around them, truthfully he wanted nothing else but life was complicated. Love was complicated, and his own love life was proving to be more tangled than most.
Where he had explained to Malis the nature of their peculiar situation, he had not yet had that talk with the young green female. Every day he thought of how he should say it, how he could make her understand and what was the right sentence to use. Perhaps there was no right way to go about it, especially since Dacia was so young, Killdare feared the worst.
He knew she would be angry, upset even, maybe she would hate him. The thought of their parting made him ache and so he had bit his tongue every time they were together, uncertain on how to proceed with the conversation they so desperately needed to have. Today he meant to change that, to say the things he needed to say and to accept the bed in which he had made for himself. Accept it, all save for leaving her, he would remain constant as much as he could for as long as he could. He would fight to keep her and to keep their child, every push they may give him would only cause his own pull.
It is for certain that he had made a mess of things all the way around, not only where Dacia was concerned but where Malis was as well. The indigo colored woman had distanced herself from both the Kingdom as well as himself and he could pressure her no more to change that.
When he does arrive to the very small gathering it is apparent that he has come in the nick of time. Tension is high and there is a smell that does not settle his nerves but he knows the scent well, he's smelled it twice before. As he approaches he can tell that the two present are both uncertain as to what to do or how exactly to do things and the wide eyed soldier at her side gives plenty away. "Dacia? Are you okay? Is it time?" He knows it is but does she?
KILLDARE
magma King of the Chamber
