boy what's normal to you? 'cause that sure ain't normal to me.
If the cremello knew of his prickling wife’s thoughts, he might turn volatile; instead, he sits in an instinct that he has not drawn upon in a long time.
A lion, furious and protective, roars in his mind. The wind blows the tangled mess of his white mane, and for a moment he can feel himself start to lose control. The hair begins to shrink, to soften - and then back to its wild length in an instant. He sharpens, in sight and in mind, body tensing to defend something he does not understand. It is a monster, now: being locked away for so long has made it hungry, consuming. The taste of blood sits distantly on his tongue, he draws away, retracting the fangs he did not realize were tearing into his gums.
He will not hurt her again, at least not like this.
She is very beautiful. The phrase repeats itself over and over again in his mind. It taunts the angry, starving creature inside of him - the one that wants to tear every good person in his life limb from limb. What exactly does that mean? Any number of events could have transpired, but Litotes does not find Starsin the kind to stand idly by and chat with his lover. No, he knows her and Kensa far too well to know that their conversation will not have been a harmless one.
The flames of his lion’s fire roar higher. His chance to discuss this with his wife has been ripped from him.
They are going to make us proud. The King’s mind snaps back in place, only fully comprehending Kensa’s last sentence. He does not hear the three that whispers just behind us; nor does he think that the only two women he has loved are tightly and irreversibly woven together.
A shudder rushes down his spine. What feeble and flammable cage he built around his sanity goes down in hiss and pop.
“Yes, they are too smart for their own good,” is Litotes’ sighing reply. The words are a bit shaky but he finds relief in not allowing an awkward silence to stretch between them. “It is good these three have met each other.” He smiles again, though it does not reach his eyes. For a moment he is able to resist the spider of pissed off need that crawls up his throat. It bites the back of his tongue and covers his mouth with a web, leaving him to choke on his swelling mouth.
“Did you get to know her?” he finally blurts out, hoping that he does not sound too desperate.
and if i fall would you know that to do?
and if i'm caught up would you stay?
@[Kensa]
