. it’s been years since they’ve seen each other, years since the days spent sparring in the DANGER ROOM. bobby’s always known ky is a wildcard, but somehow he’s carried a small, secret little hope that he could ‘fix’ him, make him choose a different path. honestly, when he thinks about it, he can’t believe his own stupidity. you can’t fix people, and you can’t change them.
slowly the ice spreads from his fingers to cover him entirely, his body shifting to organic ice. he’s more durable like this, and it feels like this might get UGLY quick.
❝ fancy seeing you here, ❞ in the middle of a disaster, that ky’lar was probably the source of.
❝ y’know, your landscaping skills could use some work. you should hire a contractor next time. ❞
ky never could follow the rules. as much as he attempted to do so in the past… they always were just too r e s t r i c t i v e for him. he always had TROUBLE with limitations – it didn’t matter if they were for his BEST interest or not. maybe he should have listened a bit more and focused LESS on his own constant NEED to cure that ITCH under his skin.
still, he doubted that it would have CHANGED anything about this confrontation. he always was MESSY – even more so now, but he had HOPED he wouldn’t see bobby for a long while.
❝ never been one to care ‘bout messes. ❞ at least in recent memory. someone would come clean this up; they always did… one way or another. ❝ still, ❞ he said, hands slipping into his pockets, ❝ it’s good to see you again. ❞ even if every part of him knew this would turn into a fight. one… he craved, but also wanted to avoid.
Hellfirebound 