he doesn’t say a word; he doesn’t need to around her. instead, he just leans forward, and lets a deep sigh escape his lips. it was one of those few days that he felt worthless — something that he usually could forget about… with her help, but this time around… it wasn’t so easy. a reason to why he was struggling with keeping himself from going into a blind rampage.
“why should i?” the question was asked plainly as the demon’s hands folded across their chest, “you of all people should know that one person’s right thing is another’s wrong.” his lips pursed into a thin-line, “so, you go on, and do what’s right. i’ll be right here…watching you fail.”
of course things just had to go south on what he personally thought would have been an easy ‘victory’ against his father. everything was in place, all he had to do was play his cards right, and he would make the board even against the two of them.
an easy play, one that ky had practiced many times, and even assumed most of the inevitable outcomes. the only problem was he didn’t expect his father to not just have his main playbook, but also all his backup one’s as well. it was… of the dangers, one of the least likely, but all the same, it happened, and now he had to deal with getting out of here… well, eventually.
for the moment, he had to deal with the one who would usually torment, but that shouldn’t be too hard. just as long as he was able to sow caleb just who was in control ( as always ), “for the record, this was your fault.” he leaned his head back against the wall as he continued to speak, “just don’t think this changes anything, it doesn’t.”
there was doubt in the others words. all ky had wanted, all ky had really wanted was to know that he belonged somewhere. true, he was always stuck into two worlds that were pulling at him, but being a good person wasn’t something he ever cared about. nor, did he ever want to be one. hard decisions needed to be made. with out them, he would have still been stuck in an un-ending loop of never being able to get himself under control.
though, even now, he knew that he never would be able to fully control himself — not while he still had that urge to kill or torture… just to cure the itch that was always under his skin.
one, that always seemed to come back… no matter what he did to state it, and ignoring it didn’t work either.
either way, he wasn’t a good man. not even human on most day’s if he was being quite honest, but then again, ky doubted that his words would mean anything, “you’re years too late for that,” he said, “whatever trace of goodness i had… it’s long gone. i made sure of that a very long time ago.”
there was no doubt that he shouldn’t have been staring. of course, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t keep on doing the action — even after bucky had said the words didn’t mean he was going to stop. in-fact, it just made him want to stare more and harder… if such a thing was even possible, “well, if you have to ask…”
to say the very least he was surprised; most never wanted to be near him and even more couldn’t stand to be around him. those were just simple facts these days. staying away from everyone and risking his life daily was easier.
not just for him, but everyone around him — that way, no one would be bothered to care for him… something that was ironic in itself.
a reason to why he stared at the other for a few moments; no words, just staring before he slowly, but surely moved to hug the other back.
his eyebrows lifted at the other’s words; ironic, that was the
best way to call the whole situation. caleb hated him — possibly
more than he let on, but why should ky care? it was rare that he
even took the feelings of anyone else in and this would be no
different. “do you really think you’ll ever escape? you might want
me to leave, might want many things, but… the only way you’ll
ever be free is if i’m dead, and even then? i doubt it will happen.”
of course, he would end up stuck in a cell ( again ), but at the same time, ky knew he couldn’t just leave via his usual ways this time. if he did that, they would know the truth, and it was why he was attempting ( as best as possible ), to keep things as ‘normal’ as possible.
it was to that every reason, he leaned his head back against a wall; anything to keep him from just busting out of here during the first sign of opportunity. of course, having a new ‘cellmate’ wasn’t going to be good either — just his luck, he would have to ‘share’ a space with someone else.
“you know, by all means, please… amuse me.”
honestly, ky wasn’t expecting to see any sort of present left for him; getting one wasn’t on a high priority list this year nor… any year. not to mention that he didn’t have very many people that could stand being around him.
he stared at the present for a few moments before just shoving it aside. he would open it another day…. when he felt like he was human and not just an abomination that shouldn’t have existed in the first place.
“you think?” the question was asked as the demon leaned against the wall, “however, the blood on these walls are not due to me.” well, not directly, but that was besides the point, “so, anything else? i have other things to do.”
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