01-04-2017, 10:29 AM
no matter what they say, I am still the king
How does that saying go? The grass is always greener? You covet when your neighbor owns – you want what you cannot have – unrequited love is the one that burns most. Perhaps that is how this all goes. You ache to speak, because you cannot. Because you have too many words in your mouth and no way for them to tumble out. Eight? Eight has had enough syllables for a lifetime (and indeed, he has lived many lifetimes). He is so tired of the blasé conversations of life, and you are so tired of a muted prison cell.
Somehow, you knew the black magician and the way he worked. It could be from your spider queen’s history – the ever present habit of weaving in and out of the shore line, never quite anchoring her boat. Some would say it was tough to stay tied to the lands of Beqanna when you are as old as Eight. What captivation is there in a home you have already conquered? What desire is there to stay united with mortals, when they will all die off anyway?
There is no surprise in your face when you see him leech from the trees (and he didn’t quite expect any, truly) – there is simply acceptance, and perhaps a glint of relief. There never seemed the necessity for words between you two – although Eight’s magic had helped tremendously in giving you a voice, it was never always with a voice that you two had spoken.
Your tipping head was word enough – you didn’t seem to know where the others had gone (it always seemed to be the magicians that disappeared so freely). “As you know – I haven’t been around. So god only knows where they’ve slunk off to.” He rolled his eyes and cursed slightly under his breath – they had been fools to rely on Sahm for what it was worth.
He jerked his head to the quiet land around them - “And what about around here? It seems quiet.” He knew that there was no possibility you could truly divulge an answer, but I suppose if anything – he was putting off the inevitable – the fact that he would have to be the one to restore your voice. Which meant shedding the easy life of a mortal and becoming a magician once more.
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and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in