Vadar
Seven characteristics are in an uncultivated person, and seven in a learned one
Starsin seems very fond of asking rhetorical questions. Her answers seem as hollow as her intentions, as if she could possibly evoke any sense of pity from someone who’d just been a passing fancy in her revolving-door life. How is it that Vadar barely knows her and yet he feels compelled to convince himself that she deserved this sort of retaliation? He may not be an empath or capable of mind linking like she was, but he knew her character. Her type were always the same; playing the game until someone came along who played it better.
He’d gotten what he wanted from her anyways, now. There’s no mistaking the illuminated roll of his eyes when she steps forward with a dramatic flair. “Shut up.” He sighs, closing the distance between them to press his nose overtop her own. The feeling of her body is like stone, and he smiles to think of it that way. Pressing further the black pushes his lips up and along the soft curves of her jaw, and then they circle gently on the flat, gray plane of her cheek. “You’re not that special, and my strength is draining.” Vadar admits with a short, somewhat pleasant laugh.
To know that she welcomed death at his whim was enough. It soothed him. He finds that his teeth are past her throat and exploring the feminine curve of her neck, enjoying the unique smell of her skin. “Don’t fuck with me anymore, Starsin.” The sick horse warns her, “Not like that. Not when there’s a better way of fucking around with me.”
He laughs again, pushes closer.
In the shadow of the canopy above his golem doubles over slowly. The calm around them goes undisturbed as it loses shape. His creation makes very little sound while it shrinks, leaving the boulders in new resting places as it goes. Meanwhile Vadar’s mind is as clear as its ever been, and he wants her - wants her so badly. Whatever flash of anger he had is gone, replaced by the urge to show her just how unique he could be if she let him. “Say yes.” He tells her, more of a request than a demand (though the edge remains.)
Are you worth my feelings? he wonders.
@[Starsin]