What A Beautiful Mess
10-28-2014, 11:14 PM
The touch was something he longed for, and something he never wanted to get rid of. It had been like nothing he had ever felt before. Quelt had been growing sick and tired of trying to meet up with the worlds expectations. Being the one man 'everyone' got along with. Now he could see that was simply impossible. If Venus and these children were the only thing left in his world then so be it. It would take one hell of a storm to drive him away, and even then, he'd only want to die by Venus' claws if that was a possibility over old age. Or in a fight to the death to protect the will of his children. "Because the goddess Itsume takes care of her women, no matter who they are. I know she wouldn't have placed me in your path for nothing." he would speak of one of his gods, even if Venus knew little about them. His religion played a huge role on his life even if it didn't seem that way. "I love you Venus. More than you'll ever know." he kept himself close. Quelt would never get tired of her, not unless he died trying. Speech, |
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