MONEY. POWER. GLORY

*Kuvio-Jigsaw* · 07-25-2014, 05:12 PM

He is but a babe of welcomed imagination amidst a playing field of seniors, unseen and undisturbed as he meanders silently the misty sheets of a dawning world; mismatched gaze like the rotating arms of a silvered compass, and just as lawfully directional, calculated. Thick curls cast a pale shroud over the sturdy tapers of his coral hocks, golden threads catching glimmers of virgin light as brilliance itself shares the wealth of his valour as dancing reflections against frozen earth. Jigsaw can wonder silently if he will become a man of war; though there is no doubt he will march to arms as his family does now, with Armada chanting its own name boundlessly within his thrilled clockwork. He will fight not through obedience, but curiosity; eager to find himself amidst the craved bloodshed his family was so infamous for.

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MONEY. POWER. GLORY

Kuvio-Jigsaw