“I hear you and yet…. I fail to really care.” In truth, he failed to see why he
should even take the time out of his day to care, but that was another point
entirely, “Why don’t you just… kill them? That always works.”
if he was being completely honest, it wouldn’t be forever, but ky wanted to see how caleb would face this bit of ‘amusement’. not that it would kill him, ky knew full well of what caleb was capable of, but all the same, he wasn’t going to stick around to hear more complaints.
“you know, i tried to get you to like me, and i even thought putting a collar on you would make things easier. yet, here we are. you’re being left here to fight – and win – or be killed. either way is fine with me.” in truth, he wished caleb would actually die, that way, he would be rid of him, but at the same time… he lived to torment the other.
“It’s all your choice.” a pause, “ do make sure to chose wisely.”
he wanted to say that he was surprised by this; that she would
actually do something that would cause everything to fall down
around him. that she would actually do this, but he wasn’t. what
they had… it wasn’t anything that he wanted to admit and while it
was fun? everything had to end sometime. for them, it was now,
and he wasn’t willing to get himself crushed again. not after this,
not after he knew that this would be his last time on earth for a while.
“ you sure about that?” the question was asked through his anger
as he leaned back in the chair, “— the moment i get out of this…
i do hope you’re not around. ‘cause, if you are? you’ll be in
chains… forever.”
Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip
he didn’t need anyone to care about him. nor, did he see a reason to why anyone ever would. if anything, he expected damon to finish the job: do more than just a busted lip and a black and blue face. to do more than just ask ‘who did this’, but then again, he doubted it would actually matter these days.
ky’lar was getting tired, everything was dragging on, and his will to keep on going was getting lower by the day. it didn’t matter how much he tried, part of him wanted it to end, and that was why he didn’t fight back. not this time… not until he finally got the opportunity to get out of there.
“Don’t know. Possibly some hunter….. Just leave it be.”
“i’m a demon. i’m as hot as hell. i don’t need to be ‘cool’.”
“i fail to see how my hair would change anything about me.”
“You do know that I don’t smile, right?” Honestly, he didn’t even see a reason to why it was needed, let alone from someone like himself, “I don’t need friends. They just… hold me back.”
“i honestly think everyone’s in a gaming mood.” he said, “at least, until they decide they are no longer in one.” either way, he gave a shrug, “i could always do this myself, you know.”
Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip
it had been a fight with his father; asking for answers or
rather, demanding them rarely turned out well. even more
so for ky’lar, but he was at least attempting to understand
why he was alive. though, all he ended up with was a black
eye, several cuts on his face, and a few broken fingers.
given enough time, he would heal, but for the moment… it didn’t
exactly look like it, “my father… three guesses as to why.”
“I prefer front doors,” he said. “They are what many people don’t expect and you can make more of an entrance that way. Windows… are a bit overrated if you ask me.”
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