Golden Child
12-15-2018, 12:16 PM
Their conversation took an unexpected turn and Valentine eyed his son skeptically as his story unfolded. While he had no doubt whatsoever that Chaos was capable of it, his son was a bit of a trickster so it wouldn't come as a surprise to him if there was a punchline at the end of his tale.
There wasn't. As soon as he realized this Valentine stopped in his tracks. His expression was unreadable as he slowly sank into a seated position, but his rump was barely on the ground when a smug smile began to tugged up the corners of his lips. He fixed Chaos with a pleased look and eyed him up and down, noting, this time with approval, his son's injuries.
"Well done," he said at last. Valentine's tone was warm and uncharacteristically soft. He was pleased that Chaos had taken this path. Too few of his children had gone that route - and a nagging belief that the fall of Imperium was to blame for that occasionally ate at the old king. Had he not gotten ill, had he not then stayed abroad in search of Rhythm and Rhyme, where would they be now? Would Boreas be filled with Imperialis kings and queens instead of just the scattered remnants of a once great family? He thought so and it saddened him.
His tone didn't stay soft and warm for long. Nope, the chance to snark was simply too tempting to resist. "So now what? Gonna take a victory lap around Boreas? Perhaps find something cute to celebrate with...or are you just gonna stand here and wait for your old man to give you an approving pat on the head?"
There wasn't. As soon as he realized this Valentine stopped in his tracks. His expression was unreadable as he slowly sank into a seated position, but his rump was barely on the ground when a smug smile began to tugged up the corners of his lips. He fixed Chaos with a pleased look and eyed him up and down, noting, this time with approval, his son's injuries.
"Well done," he said at last. Valentine's tone was warm and uncharacteristically soft. He was pleased that Chaos had taken this path. Too few of his children had gone that route - and a nagging belief that the fall of Imperium was to blame for that occasionally ate at the old king. Had he not gotten ill, had he not then stayed abroad in search of Rhythm and Rhyme, where would they be now? Would Boreas be filled with Imperialis kings and queens instead of just the scattered remnants of a once great family? He thought so and it saddened him.
His tone didn't stay soft and warm for long. Nope, the chance to snark was simply too tempting to resist. "So now what? Gonna take a victory lap around Boreas? Perhaps find something cute to celebrate with...or are you just gonna stand here and wait for your old man to give you an approving pat on the head?"
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.