A Note from Lat: This is a private RP between myself and meh beloved Hana... And this is but the first step on a long journey, may you enjoy the trip as much as we. heart
He needed... Time to himself.
Yes, that was all.. Just a little time alone... Time to think, to put things behind him, to plan his future. And theirs.
Deimos. Kelasia.
His beautiful children. For now in the care of their grandmother -the Living Dream Whistle- he knew they were safe... Under his father's watchful eye and his sisters' doting smiles... Even Kel had to smile at the thought. They would be spoiled in no time.
Not spoiled, as his sisters always quoted. Well-taken care of, Kela, never spoiled. Right.
A rose by any other name...
But now was not the time to think of roses.
Anger had taken root in the Mystery's heart. An anger his mother was beginning to notice. A pain that he saw reflected in Sunisra's eyes every time she looked at him. Poor, delicate little Suni, she saw far more than she should... More than she wanted to see.
More than he wanted her to see.
And that just wouldn't do. He couldn't stand to let her see the darkness brewing inside of him... A darkness he recognized all too well.
You've seen it before. An insidious voice whispered in his head. You recognize it, from him...
'No! No! I'm nothing like him... Nothing...' Kel silently agonised.
We both know that isn't true... Smug and mocking, the voice giggled. You can't lie, Kela... Not here... In here -if nowhere else- you know the truth of it...
'I don't.' He replied stubbornly.
Liar... The voice crooned. Silky, truth-trained LIAR.
He needed... Time to himself.
Yes, that was all.. Just a little time alone... Time to think, to put things behind him, to plan his future. And theirs.
Deimos. Kelasia.
His beautiful children. For now in the care of their grandmother -the Living Dream Whistle- he knew they were safe... Under his father's watchful eye and his sisters' doting smiles... Even Kel had to smile at the thought. They would be spoiled in no time.
Not spoiled, as his sisters always quoted. Well-taken care of, Kela, never spoiled. Right.
A rose by any other name...
But now was not the time to think of roses.
Anger had taken root in the Mystery's heart. An anger his mother was beginning to notice. A pain that he saw reflected in Sunisra's eyes every time she looked at him. Poor, delicate little Suni, she saw far more than she should... More than she wanted to see.
More than he wanted her to see.
And that just wouldn't do. He couldn't stand to let her see the darkness brewing inside of him... A darkness he recognized all too well.
You've seen it before. An insidious voice whispered in his head. You recognize it, from him...
'No! No! I'm nothing like him... Nothing...' Kel silently agonised.
We both know that isn't true... Smug and mocking, the voice giggled. You can't lie, Kela... Not here... In here -if nowhere else- you know the truth of it...
'I don't.' He replied stubbornly.
Liar... The voice crooned. Silky, truth-trained LIAR.
