Set Me Up
Thalia
10-28-2020, 08:13 PM
Thalia’s composer was much different than Kefka’s, and it be weird to say they were the same. Perhaps not from an outside view but they both held a high respect and defensiveness towards the beliefs and their family. Even though Kefka really knew nothing about The Fallen God and there after. The undenying connection he felt with the Abraxas was an unusual but also natural feeling to him. "I’m disappointed to say I don’t, though I remember one of my father’s first teachings relating to him." and it was true. It was the basics after all. But Kefka was so young when Agria pulled him from the empire and there was so little he remembered. His young brain pulling from the trauma mostly the memories of his brother and a few of his father though not related to anything important concerning what was expected of him. It made him a little sad to think, but not that he would show externally. He was used to the burning hatred that grew beneath the surface of Agria stealing him away. And maybe a little relived to the punishment he paid her. "I’d be happy to hear whatever you’d be willing teach me." his clown grin dimmed just a bit as he showed her even more focus and interest. The sun setting in the background made her outline glow and it was almost eerie. Perhaps the perfect setting for the story, not that Kefka would run away crying. Total Word Count: 1,419 |
!Rated R! For language and sexual themes. Prone to violence.
Scent: Roses Alignment: Chaotic Evil Season: Winter Status: Single (Heterosexual) Height: 40 inches Home: Grapevine Cathedral Maims: Sheath scarring, barely noticeable unless someone is actually looking there while he is belly-up Important Details: |