I'm Waiting For You, Vizzini
05-23-2018, 06:18 PM
Unexpectedly Basileus found himself laughing as the snow began to blanket him. So this was it, eh? How fitting. No, really, it was perfect. He deserved this death. Either the cold or his wounds would kill him. If he'd been a betting man he'd have bet on the former. Regardless of which particular problem punched his ticket, his ending would be fitting. He didn't serve the glory of dying in a fight or the peace that came at the end of a long life. No, right here in the cold; alone and unknown in a land that wasn't his own. That was the death he deserved. A voice, one he hadn't heard in a long time, reached his ears. He stared into the snow uncomprehendingly for a moment. Then it clicked and Basileus flipped around to look. He stared at Enrico for several moments; his mind a jumble. His expression shifted into a sneer and he laughed sardonically. "Oh, come adeguata," he snickered, "Quella รจ tu chi vede me via." It seemed fate had one more twist of the knife left for him. He wasn't sure if he was seeing the real deal or Death in disguise, but he was leaning towards the latter. Basileus dodn't know how long he'd been laying there. For all he knew it was time and this was the welcoming committee. |