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.
“i highly doubt that.” she may have had power, but the demon wasn’t going to put trust into simply that. they had his father to deal with and getting his body back. of course, he doubted that it would be in decent condition, but then again, it didn’t matter. it was his and no one else’s, “if they get in your way… you’ll not be able to hold your own for long.”
it wasn’t personal, he tried to state it several times over; to say to himself and bones that it wasn’t. ky’lar needed to protect himself and the only way of doing that was to ensure that nothing else would get in his way. in truth, sending the other so he could WATCH from the side lines was just to see the other in action. nothing more and nothing less.
“if it was personal, i would have done this myself.” his lips pursed into a thin-line, “do i need to MAKE it personal?”
The shred of logic left in her mind KNOWS he would not hurt her, but there is SOMETHING ELSE at play here, now. It’s been this way since he first appeared in her life; an inexplicable, immediate MAGNETISM. It runs down to her blood and bones, as though they CALL to him, and HE to THEM. Drawn to him as she has always been, now emotion is causing her to recoil, an old, inescapable fear forcing her feet backwards, until her shoulders meet the wall behind her.
The PAIN hits then and she groans, but not from that impact. There is a HEAT, as though her blood is BOILING in her veins, causing them – and her eyes– to darken noticeably. Something takes over, her stance changing, becoming one of DEFIANCE and DETERMINATION. Her chin lifts, irises now the color of evergreens under a moonless sky do NOT waver from his, spine straightening while shoulders square. Her lips are moving without her knowledge, an ancient language pouring out: A spell of protection, only it’s in HELLSPEAK.
Of course. These things are tucked away in her mind, after all. Normal children learn world history, she learned that of the damned. It isn’t much; a small display of power; a warning put out on INSTINCT, due to the demon’s reaction and rage while wearing a face so NEW to her. The air charges, BLASTING back on Ky’lar, as though a wall of wind is striking him.
ANGER, that was all that went THROUGH his mind. Also there was RAGE – at EVERYTHING. His father, his own MISTAKES, and most importantly… how he would NEVER BE ENOUGH. IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE to be enough for ANYONE these days.
He couldn’t stand up to his FATHER, he couldn’t stand up to ANYONE, and all he had was his SURVIVAL INSTINCTS that kept him ALIVE all these years. It was why the very MOMENT he got strong enough, he was going after his FATHER. Not to imprison him, but to RID the universe of him.
The only problem was he DOUBTED that it would come to pass anytime soon. All he had to keep doing was SWITCHING bodies, keep from BURNING through them, and then keep his plans in motion. It was why he was ATTEMPTING to have some happiness — something to keep him GOING.
Yet, there was no doubt about that in his ANGER, he was starting to RUIN everything. RUIN it to the point where the only RELEASE would be someplace COLD and alone. However, his mind SWITCHED from pure RAGE and ANGER to what was akin to CONFUSION.
The BLAST was unsetting, it was UNEXPECTED, and it CAUGHT him off guard. It was one thing to be HIT by one and another to not even KNOW where it came from. A reason to why his RAGE in instants… just so he could try to FIGURE out what the hell had happened.
“— What… was that?” He finally managed to get out through huff’s of breath as he leaned his head against a wall.
The SURPRISE gives way to CONFUSION when he opens his mouth, because unless she’s mistaken, she’s just HIT her BOYFRIEND with a GUN. The weapon is lowered as he continues, safety engaged, and a she heaves a sigh, head tipping back to exhale once she understands what Blackheart’s done this time.
“I’m going to FUCKINGkill him!” The words are BITTEN out, enunciated harshly, the firearm shaken for EMPHASIS. Green eyes blaze while the gun’s dropped on the bed, but they soften minutely while she looks his new form over. A hand rises to her face, index finger over her lips as though thoughtful and considering, when in reality, she’s hiding a GRIN at that damnhair. She manages to choke the laughter down, approaching him a little sheepishly and reaching up to toy with some of the light strands. “As though y’ weren’t TALL enough t’ begin with,” she retorts under her breath, trying to lighten the situation somehow. Speaking of…
“We could,” she has to pause to BITE BACK another chuckle, “always DYE it?” A snort of laughter is barely restrained, her best attempt at the most innocent smile shot up at (him in case he can’t take the joke).
It honestly was the first time he had been HIT by someone he cared about and it wasn’t about to be the last time either. If he would have called, it may have made things worse, but at the same time, getting to a place he knew was safe was more IMPORTANT than picking up the phone.
“Get in LINE!” The words came out harsher than he thought as his hands formed into tight fists. He didn’t want to hurt her, not since he was ATTEMPTING to prove he was better than his NATURE. Not just that, but better than his FATHER.
However, at this point, those thoughts were as FAR AWAY from his mind as possible. He couldn’t even STAND UP to his Father with out either being FORCEFULLY taken over or WORSE. It sad state of affairs, but there was NOTHING he could do about it.
“If anyone has the RIGHT to do so, it’s me!” Ky’s words came out like venom his body turning as he moved to PUNCH his right hand through the WALL. It was in an attempt to not do anything he would REGRET later on, but at the same time, he just DIDN’T care either, “Not YOU!”
“Who the FUCK are you, an’ what the hell are you doin’ here?!” Surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it: She’s already smacked the intruder in the face with the gun, which she now has trained on his unfamiliar – albeit handsome – face.
Maybe he should have actually CALLED first; dropping in like this was what he did OFTEN, but usually he used the front DOOR. Of course, he left his key’s in his other vessel that, for the most part, was frozen, and he wasn’t about to deal with going back to get them.
In truth, it would have JUST MADE THINGS WORSE. Well, if things could get worse from here on as he rubbed at his face for a few moments, “First off, RUDE, and secondly? That isn’t going to do anything to me.” He was about to say that she knew that, but instead, he just pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke again, “I knew I should have CALLED first, but dear ol’ DAD decided to have a field day, and for the record, blonde hair? NOT my style.”
He knew it was IDIOTIC to attempt fighting his father, but he had DONE so with out any WARNING. To that regard, he was BEATEN back to the EDGE of death. Something…. that Ky’lar didn’t even think was possible, but it happened all the same.
Yet, he didn’t NEED help. Nor did he need her INVOLVEMENT into saving his life. He could have handled this himself, “No,” his words came out harsher than he thought they would have, “I could have handled this.”
It was a question that he knew would have to be answered eventually. One, that no matter how hard he attempted to avoid the subject, it would always come up. Most days, he couldn’t even admit that he could love, and while he cared for her… really did care, he didn’t know if he could put that sort of label on what they had.
Even if he could, it would have complicated matters, and it was why he didn’t want to deal with that sort of question. Not now, not anytime soon, and not ever. It was to that reasoning he let moved his right hand under her chin for a few moments, “As much as I can a person.” It wasn’t a yes or a no. Rather, it was simply his way of saying…. in simple terms… that he was saying yes.
“You could say that.” A slight grin pulled at the man’s lips, “I bet it’s one of my Father’s.” He’s arms soon folded firmly across his chest, “He doesn’t like it when I mess with his plans.”
Hellfirebound 