she brings joy and fire.
12-16-2014, 12:37 AM
It is the first familiarity of Roman’s union that will cause the wild-marked vulp to sink; hocks rocking backwards as weight falls to the jagged points of shamed elbows, golden bracelets pressing beneath the skin of earthly under’s as the peculiar Armada seems portray a character that few of the family posses – a lawful thrall to serve as a blade of war, a weapon held not by the palm of her own motives but that of a master. “Do not forgive me, my liege,” lids bow over dishonoured gold, “I fear to promise you my devotion in the knowledge that I cannot maintain a pledge even to myself.” Her lungs shudder, a pain is clear beneath the downwards turn of her façade and an exposed scruff, “I fail in my allegiances to you and our father; but I fear if I do not die at the hands of your enemies then I will have never lived.” Please, allow my purpose. |