❝ i know what you’re thinking; middle of nowhere, a guy comes up to you in a very fancy suit, and he has an offer for you. not just any offer, but a great one – all you have to do is sign a paper and you can rule the world. so, tell me…what is it you want, but instead of your soul… i just want a favor. one that i can claim at any time up to and past your inevitable demise. ❞
Send ‘I don’t feel so good’ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly fading away in front of them. Send ‘What’s happening?!’ For the reverse.
this wasn’t good; his entire body felt like shit and he could feel something going on. though, as for what? he didn’t even know, but the truth of the matter was he didn’t care at first. though, as the pain intensified he knew this wasn’t just something he could pass off as a simple bit of his powers.
no, this was something else. he already could feel it as he gripped his head tightly; his true form just hiding beneath the skin as his eyes turned bright red. usually, this only happened when he changed forms, but the problem was this was something else, and it started to show as he started to fade.
the only thing he had left to do was say a few last words – before he ceased to exist. “fix thi-” and he turned to ash.
“All the things you’ve said, and the things you’ve done; Can you carry it with no regrets? Can you stand the person you’ve become?”
it should have been a simple answer, but ky knew nothing was simple these days. he didn’t like who he was becoming. nor did he think there was anything that could change that simple fact – not now and most certainly not anytime soon. “does it matter?” a question with a question. it might not have been the best response, but for the time being… it would suffice.
“i SHOULDN’T touch many things. doesn’t mean i won’t.” least of all when he was being told NOT to do something. “it’s more like a GREAT neon sign telling me to TOUCH it.”
❝ glad to see some things never change. ❞ there he goes with his mouth again, LOUDER than he’d intended, but yep. ky’lar’s the same old bitch, just with a new face. surprise, surprise. lips press together, eyebrows quirking up expectantly.
❝ alright then, guess contract’s not up. so who we squeezin’ today? some punk forget to call you sir?
❞ he’s treading dangerous waters, never really learned how to bite his tongue. but he’s irritated, like he actually expected ky’lar to release him. fucking pipe dream.
it was FAR more than simply TREADING dangerous waters. ky always had a TEMPER – even more so when things didn’t GO his way. a reason to why his hands CLENCHED into tight fists. if it WASN’T one thing… it was another. still, he sucked in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. anything to contain that ANGER with-in him that was brewing at the moment. ❝if you’re not careful, it might be you who i’ll squeeze until dry.❞ among other things.
Hellfirebound 