Unpredictable.

*Isardis* · 07-30-2014, 06:43 AM

She is unusual to his other spawn; she holds a fragility, a delicacy that almost seems prone to fracture at even the lightest of feather-weight abuse. Though she is not a warrior as the pale King sought his progeny to be, she is fierce in her own way, a firecracker in disguise. The genetic makeup that encouraged battle upon the Armada?s had proven to be absent within the dainty confines of her tapered skull, and though he would never understand why a soul would hope for survival without the instinctive desire to shed blood, he cares genuinely for her all the same.

Velvet lips will spin the words of her truth; not what he had expected to hear, but what he had hoped for. Family was what had made Isardis? success what it had been, and what it was to be, and regardless of her differences the pallid King wanted her as much as much as any other, in this moment, perhaps he craved her relations even more so. She intrigues him, she is wholly wonderful, ?I will not lose belief in you, my masked splendour; I should hope only for the same,? he breathes a frigid sigh of release, features softening with an effortlessness as he dares to ease the tension; coral toes tracing forwards as he attempts to find her contact, to seal their reunion in a tenderly woven embrace. Perhaps she is truly home?

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