SWAN SONG
12-19-2013, 08:32 PM
He would seek her with a loose anxiety, the King, once eager to find her, to pull her back beneath her rightful reign as his Queen, his Lover- was now scared. Terrified of finding her, a deep craving; brittle in its structures, but lethal within its purpose, would beg and plead with his mind to find her dead, or not find her at all. Things had come back together now, Sendoa had filled one of the pieces of his dishevelled family, had replaced the lost warrior as his partner, and as his mate. She was with child, to birth an heir to the throne, and slowly but surely, Glaciem would rebuild itself to the security it had once been. And yet here he was, yielding to the information his people had brought him, seeking a woman he had once treasured; who was now no more than a ghost within his heart, her memory not of adoration, but of mere existence. She was as broken to his soul as she was to reality. She was not his blade anymore, she was not Argent; she was merely the lost woman who had betrayed everything he asked of her. Even in her expected death, he would not find the natures to hold her as he once did. However the scent that pulled him forth was one that caused his vision to blur, his stomach to churn and his muscles to shudder; he would pull himself from the water?s edge, far too preoccupied within haunted thoughts to free his hide of salt and moisture. He hated the thought of seeing her again, the sting it may cause, and yet his pace would hasten as he so hungrily devoured the scents that invited him; as he so ravenously sought her potential occurrence. His heart begged him to turn and leave, to forget that she ever was, and ever would be. But his mind persuaded him onwards, and regretfully, devastatingly, he would be punished for his foolish choices. For before him stood quarters so familiar, a coat of something he had never known, yet a colour undeniable, and the perfume to suit. His eyes would begin to shake in disbelief, limbs growing weak as he would stare through her skeleton with an apparent distaste, wishing, praying, that he had not come. That he wouldn?t have to face her disloyalty, that he wouldn?t have to breathe knowing she left him by choice, and not by death. |