11-03-2018, 09:07 AM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
The moment he’d put his foot down last night, he’d been decided. Interesting, the way that worked. The way he worked, probably, also. But then what? They’d been talking to Camomila, who seemed to be more interested in leading than in actually owning the place and calling it a kingdom than the others. They could probably work something out... he’d think and hope so at least. He wasn’t quite sure about the other refugees but, whatever happened, his intentions got clearer by the second (to himself, also).
To be honest, he remembers telling Arthas ‘ruling sucks’ a number of times, and perhaps it would indeed. But didn’t that maybe make him more capable? Not letting the power get to his head? Maybe it didn’t though, maybe he’d totally suck at it.
His eyes scan the vast icy plain for a while, looking for someone. More refugees will come, and perhaps more challengers, too, but he’s too damn stubborn to give it up now.
To be honest, he remembers telling Arthas ‘ruling sucks’ a number of times, and perhaps it would indeed. But didn’t that maybe make him more capable? Not letting the power get to his head? Maybe it didn’t though, maybe he’d totally suck at it.
His eyes scan the vast icy plain for a while, looking for someone. More refugees will come, and perhaps more challengers, too, but he’s too damn stubborn to give it up now.
you set my soul alight
@[Camomila] Wanna talk about it? Any others, also welcome, I don’t mind.
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
| 