i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell
It was odd to feel the walls closing in. The ramifications of his deal with Eight had begun to weigh heavily on his mind, to say nothing of how it felt on his shoulders. He’d told not a soul what he had done, though he was sure they could sense that something was different with him. Had he not been more brooding than usual, more apt to snap and lunge instead of his usual quiet coldness? Maybe all of those things were in his imagination…it was hard for him to tell it apart from reality nowadays.
The time had come for him to own up to his mistakes and to tell Straia why he’d been so absent from the kingdom. He didn’t expect her to understand. Her temper, he supposed, was one of the things that made her such a good queen. Though he wasn’t particularly looking for a tongue lashing, he knew better than think she’d pat him on the head and say “well done”. He assumed that was the Rodrik blood flowing in her that made her slightly…unreasonable. Never the less, the black stallion wandered across the border, his brown eyes sweeping to and fro over his beloved kingdom. The blue infinity symbol at his chest glowed brightly, possibly in response to the recent visit from a strange fairy, or perhaps because the magic recognized it was home. For a moment he thinks about hunting her down, but given the fact that his ass was likely to be sore from her chewing it, he figured he’d make her work at least a little bit. The mouse doesn’t get eaten by the cat because it goes out looking for it.
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