Careless Whisper
03-10-2014, 08:31 AM
Another mission the powers have called me away
Another time to carry the colors again
My motivation an oath I've sworn to defend
To win the honor of coming back home again
The girl leaned into his brief touch, awakening a spike of triumph in his chest. Those innocent eyes, the quavering spirit behind them, spoke to him. She is yours, they seemed to whisper, yours to claim. No, he did not truly believe voices were speaking to him - unlike a few of his siblings, he had no issues with insanity, but he felt drawn to this young fae. Innocent, easily manipulated... she put him in mind of his own mother, who had started much the same way with his father and had grown to be his staunchest supporter.
Her softly whispered words trembled in the air between them for one sparkling moment, and Sk?ll let it rest there a moment, his soulful blue eyes studying her as he let the tension build.
Then he was in motion, gracefully and slowly so as not to startle her, moving closer to wrap her in a gentle hug, leaning down so his chin tucked around her small shoulders. "For you, I would do anything," he murmured in a voice as nearly as soft as hers. "With you by my side, my darling, the world could not possibly be dark. You would be the sun in my sky, beautiful Angel."
The glee that fluttered in his chest quivered in amusement at those words, for was his namesake not the wolf who devours the sun at Ragnarok? Truly his father had chosen well to name his children after the old gods, for names were a powerful thing and their blood was too great for the names of mere mortals, and in that moment he felt closer to his fictional namesake than ever.
"Speech"
Her softly whispered words trembled in the air between them for one sparkling moment, and Sk?ll let it rest there a moment, his soulful blue eyes studying her as he let the tension build.
Then he was in motion, gracefully and slowly so as not to startle her, moving closer to wrap her in a gentle hug, leaning down so his chin tucked around her small shoulders. "For you, I would do anything," he murmured in a voice as nearly as soft as hers. "With you by my side, my darling, the world could not possibly be dark. You would be the sun in my sky, beautiful Angel."
The glee that fluttered in his chest quivered in amusement at those words, for was his namesake not the wolf who devours the sun at Ragnarok? Truly his father had chosen well to name his children after the old gods, for names were a powerful thing and their blood was too great for the names of mere mortals, and in that moment he felt closer to his fictional namesake than ever.
"Speech"
My declaration embedded deep under my skin
A permanent reminder of how it began
No hesitation when I am commanded to strike
You need to know that you're in for the fight of your life
A permanent reminder of how it began
No hesitation when I am commanded to strike
You need to know that you're in for the fight of your life