Where are you gonna go when I'm gone?
08-27-2013, 10:25 AM
This woman reminded him somewhat of his father. The lifelessness in her eyes was visible... there was no compassion there, no love like the kind he found in his mother's eyes. 'What's the matter, mommy and daddy issues?' His eyes burned, but he dared let a cold laugh fall from his lips. "If only you knew," he rumbled as he stepped a foot closer. He noted something like expectancy on her features, as though she was waiting for him to strike. And yet he saw how dominantly she stood. He hadn't even been able to defeat Cross, and yet this woman ... surely she was more experienced. And yet hate drove him even further, inching closer, his eyes narrowing and zeroing in on her. His mother had always sought pain, had craved the control that Kaios had so gladly given her. In many ways, they were a perfect couple; they each had precisely what the other craved. Their love had been true, although unique and not at all typical. Basilisk felt strange longing at this realization -- he felt empty, hollow. What would soothe the pain of his soul, like Kaios had soothed his mother's? He had thought the taste of blood would ignite a sort of unstoppable fire within him, and yet his first spar had gone in an entirely different direction. He had ultimately befriended Cross, even shared some of his secrets with him. No overwhelming urge to slaughter him had formed within him. Perhaps he was more like his mother ... his mind wandered, expression faltering, confusion overtaking him instead. 'Why don't you come find out?' She taunted, spreading herself wide for balance. She really figured he would attack, didn't she? Perhaps he ought to run, to swim back home ... but he wasn't the best or faster swimmer in the world. Death by drowning would not be pleasant. "Better yet, why don't you show me.." His heart hammered rapidly in his chest, his mind reeling -- he felt as though he was temporarily losing it, like the world was spinning around him and he had no option but to ride it out until it all came down. Clumsily he slid forward more, no longer a safe distance away, leaning toward her as though seeking any kind of comfort. It had been so long since he had felt the warmth of another; he was reminded briefly of his sister, of sleeping against her and Newt, how warm they both were ... Cross's word's rang in his ears, but to no avail. 'Look, we've all got the burdens of being a legacy... I hope you won't crack under yours.' Easier said than done ... still he reached forward, wanting badly to slip his head under this stranger's throat and feel the warmth radiating from her. Only moments ago he had been angry, defensive -- how quickly it all changed.. |