08-18-2015, 02:44 AM
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
Perhaps it was a silly notion that he would be left unattended within the kingdom. For any of the other residents, he was a complete stranger. But Michaelis knew he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Why throw himself into a kingdom that couldn’t even guard its borders properly? Even with the obvious storm brewing, the shadow child expected that no outsiders would be allowed to breach any of his home’s fortifications. But he would refrain from voicing his immediate thoughts for now. It was better to observe and learn how he would connect into the cogs and wheels that made the chamber churn.
Mismatched eyes regretfully turn away from his newfound acquaintances to greet his visitor. They were hardly discouraged in their attempts for his sole attention and continued to swirl about his neck and chest like slithering black snakes. It never failed to amuse him – these childishly jealous little things. He willed them back from immediate visibility and with one last loving touch, they shuffled back into some semblance of submission. He doubted they’d remain obedient; their bond was too new and exciting for them to remain in unmoving silence for long.
A delighted smile crossed his face when he recognized his visitor’s silky voice. He hadn’t the chance to truly study her frame earlier. His day blindness did much in the way of obstructing his visual clues in social interactions, but he seemed to appreciate someone’s well-thought and fluid words in return. Which was why his decision had been difficult in the first place – all three headhunters had been quite eloquent in their replies.
“Good day, Engelfors.”
His smile dips into satisfaction at her stated observation. For a kingdom that was supposed to remain nonmagical in the traditional sense, he was vaguely aware that the chamber remained defiant in regards to their aforementioned label. He had overheard many a meadow-dweller tell of the stories of the prowess of the chamber and of those who had given their utmost to her (the beating heart beneath their feet is but physical evidence of such frantic passions for their one true lady).
“Indeed. She is most welcoming. I should probably thank you for the opportunity to be embraced by such an enchanting lady.”
He could be soothed and entertained by these tall pines for many months before his ennui returned. But he hoped that his attentions could be directed towards the inner workings of the kingdom as a whole. Michaelis found kingdom-dwellers, for the most part, to be a fascinating mystery. He had remained a meadow-dweller for the majority of his life. What inspired the fierce loyalties within the chamberlings? The chamber was almost legendary in their urges to do everything and anything for their beloved lady.
“I find them to be signs of change. Perhaps it will be the catalyst for the growth and changes you envision for your lady?”
( The Shadow Child )