
“an’ here i thought we got along so well!” his voice was clear sarcasm as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “but, for the record? no one should trust me. least of all someone like you.”
// @xagentcarter xxx

“an’ here i thought we got along so well!” his voice was clear sarcasm as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “but, for the record? no one should trust me. least of all someone like you.”
// @xagentcarter xxx

“PURPOSE OR OTHERWISE, we chose our own fate.” ironic, since the one talking knew that eventually his fate was like all the rest. damned for eternity for something he had no true control over. “i may be a weapon, but i’m not a GOOD one. weapons don’t feel – I DO.”
// @elegyofpower xxx

what he knew about the dark elves was just from stores; until thor, he didn’t even believe they existed. then again, ky didn’t believe in many things through-out his life. it was just a matter of trial, error, and finding out exactly what he was made of ( sometimes quite literally ).
“they don’t seem all that bad.” then again – neither did ky on most days. at least, when he had his senses about them. “maybe you just don’t know how to get through to them.” his own version of a jest, but all the same, ky knew fully well that anything – including thor – could be dangerous if the right set of circumstances happened.
“either way,” he said, arms folding firmly across his chest, “it looks like you have this handled.” not that ky couldn’t help thor – he just enjoyed watching the god fight. not to mention the son of blackheart was jotting down mental notes in his mind just incase they ever came to serious blows.

“you know – maybe i don’t have one.” then again, most his own jokes proved to be extremely fatal ( for anyone involved ). “ i suppose not that bad, but still….pretty bad.” even if he wasn’t the most qualified to judge.

“think of it this way; i’m tired of simply ripping apart humans up here.” it was fun – very fun, but got boring ( more so repetitive ) after a while. a reason to why he was going to ‘change’ his usual target’s, but in reality, it was just one target. one, that had managed to send him to hell before, but now? oh, now, he was ready. now he knew what he was facing. “so, it’s time for a rematch. one… that i do believe will turn out better than last time.”
// @xtrusthim xxx

“you sure seem like it.” arms crossed his chest. “unless, you’re saying it’s all an’ act, but either way? it’s working.”

“i wouldn’t call it really a problem.” actually, ky would call it an improvement, but then again, he could go back to drinking all the time as well. maybe that way… he wouldn’t be as angry all the time. “some would call it an improvement form drinking three-sixty-five.”
// @exrussian xxx

“– an’ you’re doing SUCH a great job of it, right’?” maybe he didn’t have room to talk either, but he was at least admitting the truth. well, a distorted version of it at least. “must be AMAZING to have it all together.”
// @siondacait xxx
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