One good turn...
06-21-2013, 06:13 PM
Masqurading as a man with a Reason my Charade is the Event of the Season though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say: ~*~ Gargoyle was given quite a bit to think over, thanks to Cairo's defense of Collision. Apparently Collision needed a defense? Gargoyle had merely been trying to avoid unpleasantness. Glaciem was a family. Ignoring one another wasn't an option. If Collision wanted to make it a home of sorts - even for just a month, he'd have to swallow down alot of pride. Sure, Gargoyle and Collision had gotten along just fine, better than the northern brute had hoped, but that had been two kings talking terms with equal power. It was alot more to ask that Collision, as a simple guest and warrior, take orders from his brother who, up until that point had been at the same level, or perhaps, thanks to whatever indoctrination he'd received, lower. Anyway, Gargoyle didn't have time to give any sort of reply to Cairo's words, by that time, Soliel was already upon them. Perhaps it was, too, for Gargoyle has quickly becoming irked. Cairo would do well to remember the hatred that the boy had expressed towards him on their last meeting. The option of ripping out throats might be currently off the table, but Gargoyle wasn't exactly thrilled to have to listen to the Valhallan King try to set his long lost brother up as a saint. Or worse yet, as the best of soldiers. Did he think Glaciem needed any help defending their borders? Ack, but maybe he was looking at it all wrong. Perhaps he ought just to be happy that Collision, despite whatever mess was going on, still had the support of his Alpha. Yeah... that was how he should've be seeing things.... Should've. He'd hoped that Soleil's agreement would call an end to the meeting, but apparently Cairo had more to say. As the fawn-like steps of the white fae faded into the distance, Gargoyle's blank, yellow eyes shifted focus. He was alone with Cairo. Once, oh how he would've drooled over such a chance, but no, no, no that wasn't him anymore. He still hated the guy for what he'd done, but it wasn't as though he was about to let any of that show. He had far too many remains to remain collected and peaceful; self-dignity being one, the peace of his pack being another, and... as much as he hated to admit it... the wish of Crusade being another. Despite all the bad water under the bridge, she'd come to a state of mind where she was at peace with Cairo. So why hadn't Gargoyle? Well, that train of thought was enough to make the Chief feel like a brat. Thoroughly chastened by his own better judgement, Gargoyle settled in to hear what the Valhallan male had to say. Carry on my Wayward Son There'll be peace when you are done |
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