Jade

he was the king, she was his sword

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he did not find his wife in the night, but instead enyo. a twinkle in his mind sparked- had she not been related so closely to him.. but it drifted as soon as it appeared. he looks to the right, seeing her comforting presence come closer. sighing, it was difficult to explain. to share his deeper conflicts, internal struggles and even personal desires; did it make him less of a man to confide in the women around him? would it make enyo lose respect for him?

his ears flattened, buffering his frustration that still in fact, he could not find medusa. that instead, his sister would be the one he met with tonight. although partially unwanted, he would not deny this was perhaps what he needed. "ειναι τα παντα(it's.. everything).." he didn't know where to being, truth be told. when did things start feeling to empty?

he sat then, reclining to his haunches slowly as he looked afar. he sighed again, putting the sentences together in his mind first. "Η γυναίκα μου με αγχώνει. Νιώθω μόνος και αγνοημένος. Σαν να είναι μια φωτιά που δεν μπορώ ποτέ να οδηγήσω χωρίς να κάψω εμένα ή την οικογένειά μου(my wife stresses me. I feel alone and disregarded. Like she's a fire I can never lead straight without burning me, or my family)." honesty poised in his deep and powerful voice. it was no guessing that medusa did what ever her heart desired.. and it couldn't be more than foreign from Érebos' reality. every choice he made impacted their linage.. yet when was medusa going reflect such? "Αναρωτιέμαι λοιπόν αν έκανα σωστά τη δουλειά μου(I wonder then if I have done my job correctly)."



"Speech" ─ Think