that's right, I got a crossbow
11-03-2014, 09:12 AM
He was forced to let some of his anger fall away. With a great exhalation of fatigue, he sank into the bed beneath. Alright, so it was quite comfortable. The memory of falling headlong into that mire resurfaced and he flashed his sister with one last dull glare. "This pranking business will have to stop," he intoned. Part of him, a very small and insignificant part that he would not admit to possessing, felt guilt at attempting to crush the buoyant young fae's spirit. "And happiness is a vice." It was hard to believe that they came from the same stock. They were polar opposites, she a practical antithesis of his own dour being. He suffered no fools, no jests, and his temper could flare up in an instant. Yet there she sat, a silly little creature with all the sense of a chipmunk. Even so, she was endearing. With every passing day Lyonovei found himself growing subtly more attached to her. In fact, had it been a passing rogue who had sent him down the slope it certainly would have come to blows. But Sacha was Sacha. Perhaps... He would need to adapt. He decided a change of subject was in order. "How did you construct this monstrosity anyways?" |
