❝ inside both of us, there is the seed of both good and evil. it’s a constant struggle as to which only one one will win. and one cannot exist without the other. ❞
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Dealt a harsh defeat, the pile of rubble stays still for a moment, the silence deafening in its length. Seeing no need to react immediately, or even drum up further fuss, Odinson, disgraced, depowered and absolutely humiliated, surfaces from beneath the pile of rubble during Ky’s ‘fallen’ remark, a fluke of timing that makes it appear as though such a claim had been spoken too early.
Standing with shoulders hunched and back doubled over, breathing becomes an annoying challenge for him, given the devastation wrought upon his insides by the hammer that betrayed him so publicly. Yes, the blame must lie with Mjolnir, thinks his muddled mind, grasping now at threads before admitting it was his own fault it dropped from his hand.
By the time he deigns to speak, the unworthy blond, no longer interested in dragging out this encounter, makes way to leave, but not before dropping a few angry remarks at Ky’lar’s feet.
“Then leave me to my self-made ruin and be gone from my sight, worthy one. I am certain your time is better spent elsewhere than observing this foolish god
besmirching his own reputation by conducting himself poorly.”
Ky’lar chose to reject his demonic tendencies to become worthy. He rejected his anger and his hatred to become something more. To become something more than he could ever achieve any other way.
It was trial and error. Restraint and release. A circle of becoming better; to admit he had faults and then work better to achieve something more. Mjolnir wasn’t needed for this – he could have done it himself, but the Hammer focused his mind, and gave him a reason to change.
However, it was times like this that hew as put to the real test. Every part of him urged to strike at Thor; to end the Unworthy one here and there. Yet, he knew he couldn’t – to do so would prove he hadn’t changed, and it was why he gripped the handle tightly to avoid doing anything that could prove to be problematic.
“Mark my words, Odinson, your ruin was your own doing. Not mine; a foolish god with no understanding of reality.” His lips formed into a thin-line as held the hammer tighter. “See you around.”
mess was one way to put it; blood everywhere and some ‘left overs’. just his luck that he’d find himself in this situation. ❝ and here i thought tonight would be boring. ❞ he was meant to be keeping himself out of trouble, but he always ended up finding himself mixed up in something. ❝ seems i was wrong. ❞
“Shit, hey man do you got a lighter I could borrow?”
“Do I look like a vending machine?” Of course, being rude didn’t stop him from pulling out a lighter from his back pocket. “– An’ keep it. Not like I use it anyways.”
rude was not being allowed to drink beer all day. rude was being forced to stay inside as the weather was too bad. rude was being hunted by some idiot who thought they killed their wife.
this wasn’t rude, ky just was in a playful mood -in his true form of course – and didn’t think he had to stop what he was doing.
“you like it,” he mused out lowly, “you really do.”
he stairs at the work he’s done — the mutilated body of an innocent as a result from his rage — remorse is no where on his mind, but, then again, it never is. they had it coming. he licks the bit of blood that splashed on his lips during the maiming and a low growl thunders through the air.
❝ as always, it’s my pleasure to serve. ❞ the words came off his lips calmly, but there was no shred of truth in them. if it was up to ky, he would have done something far more enjoyable than watch, but he didn’t have a choice. at least lately. ❝ — anything else? ❞
MIT’s library was gradually becoming something of a ghost town, all the student’s hunched over their last minute assignments slowly dispersing leaving all but the lone man and one very tired sixty something librarian left to the quiet. After a while she told him she was retiring for the evening, locking up but that the fire escape stairwell would allow him to exit. He smiled and nodded. This was of of course, only because he was one of their most prestigious alumni. One could hardly fault him if he wanted to stay later to work before his upcoming lecture. He said goodnight and she left him alone. At least, that was what he thought before a couple hours later a man sat across from him. Odd, he hadn’t heard him come in.
“ If you’re here to mug me I’ve only my car keys, don’t bother. ” He’s says disinterestedly without looking up from his novel. “ And it’s a small economically friendly car….so you wouldn’t get far.”
Obviously he should have chose a better time to ‘drop’ in. Nights were easier; he could blend in with out anyone raising eyebrows. Hell, he never would have been able to make it into this sort of place when he actually cared. They would have more than likely slammed the door in his face. It was why he was here in the middle of the night when anyone in their right mind should have quite honestly been asleep.
Having someone else there just complicated matters, but not enough for him to leave. Not yet at least. “If I wanted to mug someone,” he said, leaning his head back for a moment. “I would have chosen someone who wasn’t in a library.” Not to mention he wouldn’t have resorted to the action anyways. “Then again, I wouldn’t see how it matters. I don’t drive.” Well, not regularly at any-rate, but that was besides the point.
right, i’m here – going to be attempting drafts. may not be getting far into them, but i’ll be around.
❝ inside both of us, there is the seed of both good and evil. it’s a constant struggle as to which only one one will win. and one cannot exist without the other. ❞
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