Judge, Jury, Executioner
03-01-2019, 02:40 PM
He could hardly believe what he was hearing, the fact obvious in the way his jaw fell slack when Valentine uttered the words "..I don't trust you.." Rhyme couldn't pull his gaze away and he watched as the old giant's features lost any of the warmth he had just boasted a breath before. While Valentine said he would defend his name Rhyme felt his heart stop as his children were barred from taking the name he'd been born with. His eyes widened in surprise, Valentine hadn't even set eyes on them and they were rejected. Even before his second act Rhyme felt his stopped heart break. Like a punch to the gut. Rhyme's thoughts went blank as Valentine continued. He felt almost numb as the second was delivered and a choice offered. Rhyme felt his ears grow hot as the sound of his now fast beating heart pounded along with a sharp ringing. He froze. Though he'd decided he didn't want to produce anymore offspring the thought of being denied the choice disturbed him deeply. Already with these decisions presented to him Rhyme felt lost at best. For his whole life he'd yearned for Valentine's pride and approval. That part of him died in those few moments. Incredulous, Rhyme scoffed as he tried to accept the judgement handed down by his own father. After partaking in the massacre that was their slave raid he knew Valentine was capable of much worse punishments. He'd taken his gaze from the old King's form and the blue and lavender colors looked out over the horizon towards the falls. Rhyme was silent for a long time, though the choice was obvious he didn't know what to say. "Take your name." He whispered quietly, still unable to bring his gaze back to his sire's face. His voice was dark as his pain turned to anger. He tried to breathe. "And go." Rhyme felt rejected and crushed, the last thing he wanted was to prolong his exposure to the raw pain Valentine brought with him. He didn't want to say something he might regret. |
