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
Time.
Time was an enemy, at first. Now, now, it was a weapon. It was his weapon, their weapon and they would use it. Use it, as they would use, as they would consume, as they would create many things. They had been so loyal, his family and an adoration for them all had grown within him. Even for Raelynx, the one he could scarce look at for long. Yes, even the scarred boy had won over his cold brother’s favor, though he sought it not. It doesn’t matter to Kirin what they seek from him though, he would give to them as he saw fit. They had earned so much already.
It’s not long before he spots the caravan of both siblings, and captives. The Gates had been much more abundant with treasures than one might have guessed, even Kirin was surprised at the numbers that returned. He had sent few and they had brought back many. The more, the merrier they say. The Cove was as merry a place as any, Kirin thought so.
Merrier even now.
He doesn’t pull back from the bitter air that bites as he approaches. He doesn’t pull his wings forward from their flight to shield his face. He breathes deeply, unafraid that his lungs might crystallize from the cold. That the considerable freeze might drop him from the skies like a seized gull and leave a pastel mess in his wake. His thoughts do not consider these outcomes because he had once tasted the snow that the woman had brought, had felt the slowing of his own heart before the winter wielder. He had tasted her gifts and he wanted nothing more than to consume them, to consume her. But that would have to wait, there would be plenty of time to be alone later.
He lands before them, whipping his wings back to his sides and pulling forward to the blue mare. Disregarding for now the gaggle of children that crossed his borders, closing the distance between them to breathe heavy, warm, air in her face. “Wayra” A pleased smile graces his maw, one that is heavy with a smugness that only one as Kirin might feel.
Time was an enemy, at first. Now, now, it was a weapon. It was his weapon, their weapon and they would use it. Use it, as they would use, as they would consume, as they would create many things. They had been so loyal, his family and an adoration for them all had grown within him. Even for Raelynx, the one he could scarce look at for long. Yes, even the scarred boy had won over his cold brother’s favor, though he sought it not. It doesn’t matter to Kirin what they seek from him though, he would give to them as he saw fit. They had earned so much already.
It’s not long before he spots the caravan of both siblings, and captives. The Gates had been much more abundant with treasures than one might have guessed, even Kirin was surprised at the numbers that returned. He had sent few and they had brought back many. The more, the merrier they say. The Cove was as merry a place as any, Kirin thought so.
Merrier even now.
He doesn’t pull back from the bitter air that bites as he approaches. He doesn’t pull his wings forward from their flight to shield his face. He breathes deeply, unafraid that his lungs might crystallize from the cold. That the considerable freeze might drop him from the skies like a seized gull and leave a pastel mess in his wake. His thoughts do not consider these outcomes because he had once tasted the snow that the woman had brought, had felt the slowing of his own heart before the winter wielder. He had tasted her gifts and he wanted nothing more than to consume them, to consume her. But that would have to wait, there would be plenty of time to be alone later.
He lands before them, whipping his wings back to his sides and pulling forward to the blue mare. Disregarding for now the gaggle of children that crossed his borders, closing the distance between them to breathe heavy, warm, air in her face. “Wayra” A pleased smile graces his maw, one that is heavy with a smugness that only one as Kirin might feel.
Kirin
son of Khaos
