02-24-2016, 08:58 AM
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
Even in the heart of winter the Cove was burning with life. Much like a burning house, flames licking the sides as they flicker against the sky. But the first thing you notice about something that is burning is not that it is burning, but that it is burning with such intensity.
This fire did not burn deep red and orange either, it burned a livid purple. It burned consistent with the flame of the living, accentuated with the smoke of those that were no longer allowed to burn. It would be difficult for it to be otherwise, Kirin had personally seen to many of the lives that now bloomed into being. It was a beautiful thing if you asked him and if you didn’t, he’d likely tell you so anyway.
Of course with so much commotion taking place in his home, it did not surprise him that her highness had come to visit. Or, that was whom he thought it was at first, flying far off out over the ocean as he was. Upon closer inspection he saw that it was not dear, ancient, Gallows as he had first believed. This was someone else, though he smelled distinctly of the Valley as she had.
Not only was this someone new, this new someone was snoozing on his beach. The nerve. Kirin’s lavender lips slipped into a frown, his eyes narrowing at this dozing lump. Just who had she sent to him?
He twists himself into a dive, lighting the earth with a graceful touch, wrapping himself in a feathered shawl. Kirin’s frown turns into a look of disgust, the man’s eyes clearly burned from his skull- dreadful.
“Enjoying a nap sir? Well, Gallows has an interesting sort of humor then, what has she sent you for?’ There’s no reason he should know of crowns passing, no reason to know this man. Truly Gallows alliance had not really fruited because Kirin did not work for free, she’d never given him any hopes of spoils.
This fire did not burn deep red and orange either, it burned a livid purple. It burned consistent with the flame of the living, accentuated with the smoke of those that were no longer allowed to burn. It would be difficult for it to be otherwise, Kirin had personally seen to many of the lives that now bloomed into being. It was a beautiful thing if you asked him and if you didn’t, he’d likely tell you so anyway.
Of course with so much commotion taking place in his home, it did not surprise him that her highness had come to visit. Or, that was whom he thought it was at first, flying far off out over the ocean as he was. Upon closer inspection he saw that it was not dear, ancient, Gallows as he had first believed. This was someone else, though he smelled distinctly of the Valley as she had.
Not only was this someone new, this new someone was snoozing on his beach. The nerve. Kirin’s lavender lips slipped into a frown, his eyes narrowing at this dozing lump. Just who had she sent to him?
He twists himself into a dive, lighting the earth with a graceful touch, wrapping himself in a feathered shawl. Kirin’s frown turns into a look of disgust, the man’s eyes clearly burned from his skull- dreadful.
“Enjoying a nap sir? Well, Gallows has an interesting sort of humor then, what has she sent you for?’ There’s no reason he should know of crowns passing, no reason to know this man. Truly Gallows alliance had not really fruited because Kirin did not work for free, she’d never given him any hopes of spoils.
Kirin
son of Khaos
