PLAYING WITH MATCHES
01-28-2014, 07:16 PM
He would yield to her, almost obediently so, a softness for herw ore so elegantly against the curves of his heart. She was his daughter, and even through her indecisiveness that time ago, she had chosen to remain with him rightfully. And so, Isardis would settle for no less, he would support her and stand by her for as long as she did him. Her call was situated somewhere against the borders, and as the albino ghoul would pace for her confines, he soon became aware she was not alone; mingled beneath the savoury aroma of pines, the cologne of an unfamiliar male. Within moments he would usher himself onwards, with more haste and determination given the sudden change in situation. Alas, as her flaming brilliance would come to vision, he could see no man; suspicions rising, a wariness in his stride as he would approach; crown rounded and low, aiming to press into the contours of his daughters neck, ?Eulari, what is it?? he didn?t mention it in that moment, but still The King was aware they were not alone. |