being touched was uncommon for him. even more so these days. it took a while to get used to anyone being around him. let alone them getting close enough to the point where he’d allow them to get near him. still, there was a flinch; if only for a moment. “don’t stop,” he finally managed to get out after around ten seconds of silence as he leaned into the other’s fingers. “—not now.”
❝ —– let’s just say a friend and leave it at that. ❞
Of course things didn’t go as planned – it never did when Ky’lar started making mistakes. He didn’t know what exactly was his first one. Maybe he should have checked to make sure he wasn’t followed or perhaps it was the fact that he refused to wear some kind of suit that would at least conceal his identity. Then again, he doubted that it mattered… least of all right now as his back was against a wall both literally and figuratively.
“Look, I get it, but really…. i’m nothing like what they say about me.”
🕸 ❝ I HOPE NOT . . it all depends if your business impedes or cause issue with MY FRIENDS business practice. for now we have no problems. no qualms. but if we do in future that would be . . unfortunate. ❞
❝ DON’T WORRY. ❞ It was the most he could say at the moment, but becoming a PROBLEM was easy. Ky always found himself hanging with the ‘wrong’ crowd… even if he didn’t see it that way. ❝ I’ll try to keep my head DOWN. ❞
“If you haven’t figured it out already, i don’t really like people,” he said, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “at all really, they just seem to get in the way.”
fun was relative; one person’s fun could be another’s boredom. ky knew for a fact there were many things to do, but keeping loki occupied was proving to be difficult – a reason he enjoyed being alone. anyone near him for an extended amount of time just proved to be a nuisance.
“destroying a town sounds fun,” he said, arms crossing over his chest. “unless you mean something else?”
it never was easy; admitting he’d made some sort of mistake. nor was it when he found himself in a situation with-out an easy exit. maybe he’d made too many mistakes – trusting that people he paid would actually do as he said. maybe he’d over stretched his reach.
not that it mattered now. being trapped in a small room wasn’t comforting. nor did he enjoy being there in the first place, but that was what happened when you got caught. oh well – he’d find a way to get out of this one way or another.
talking would suffice, but would they truly listen? most likely not. no one ever did when it was really important. ——still, the blood on his hands ( not to mention jacket ) spoke for itself. there was doubt anyone would let him speak… let alone long enough so he could twist his words to the point they’d have no choice, but to let him out of this barbaric confinement
and yet his head lifted the moment after the noise of entry; such a delight as eyes narrowed in the direction of the doorway. seemed someone was finally coming into greet him or maybe check in to see if he was still alive.
“you know,” he said, trying to keep his voice as even as possible, “i’d have thought someone would have come in here sooner. maybe to offer me release from this.. confinement or maybe you’re here to make it longer – care to tell me if i’m getting close?”
all he needed was five more minutes. five more minutes to obtain what he needed in the files, and then get out. it should have been easy, but here ky was attempting to glance over tops of the folders simply to find what was needed.
it should have been easy; a few more files and he’d have it. a few more names glanced over and he’d have what he wanted. all he needed was a few more moments. all he needed was to get to the name he wanted.
unfortunately, lucky wasn’t on his side this time around; he glanced back as he usually did every few minutes, and grunted. this wasn’t good – it never was when he was in the middle of stealing highly classified files. “it would be best…if you stayed out of this.”
With true intentions revealed, a change in composure comes over the blond, half-regretting the warnings he issued mere moments ago. For so long he’d believed, or, more accurately put, fooledhimself into investing attention into that the boy’s confrontational habits were a product of reckless whims and impetuous compulsions.
During most encounters, he had fed these desires, placated them as though he viewed Ky like a pet in a perpetuate state of needing sustenance constantly. Had he ever been informed that the demon’s wish to fight him was born of some misguided need to prove that he could stand on his own two feet, a worthy heir of the legacy he was set to inherit, Thor would never have been as quick to amuse him.
“You need to win?” He parrots Ky as though hoping that by repeating his words with his own voice they might finally start to make sense. Unfortunately, they didn’t. “That is the height of absurdity! To be told you are required to do battle and come away as the victor is the type of rationale I would expect to be spouted proudly by hellspawn! But do you not see, Ky’lar? You are better than your forebearers!”
The term ‘better’ was ultimately scoffed at. Since when had he been ‘better’ than anyone in recent times? Training was a waste; it was doing the same thing again and again. He couldn’t even beat one of his Grandfather’s lower ranked demons head on – he had resort to trickery just to win the fight.
He needed an edge; to find what he was good at and then focus there. Instead, he fond himself fighting an adversary that was far powerful than most. To focus in on one enemy, learn everything about it, and (beat) or destroy it anyway possible.
The desires would never be stated; not until he finally found a way to prove himself. Hellspawn or otherwise, he had no choice in the matter – it was either do this or be stuck in Mephisto’s realm for who knew how long.
So, Ky’lar resorted to violence; something that he could hold and grasp. It wasn’t the best of idea’s, but that unending rage fueled him when he needed it the most… even if that was currently the last thing he needed at the moment.
“Incorrect,” he said, making sure that his words stayed on point as he took a step forward, “I’m worse than them.” Though, even Ky doubted the validity of those words; he had to admit in some cases he was. Ky wasn’t limited to what they were as he was still part human… even if he denied that little fact at every opportunity he possibly could.
“I fight… so maybe one day I can prove i’m worthy. To prove i’m more than just a bloody mistake and that maybe one day i’ll have my birthright.” He doubted Thor would ever understand just what he wanted, but at the same time….even Ky had a shred of hope ( even if it was small ). “That one day I might be worthy of something more than useless titles.”
“Does it matter?” Ky didn’t think it did – the truth to one could be a lie to another. He simply said what he thought was needed. Sure, it might not have been exactly what they said, but that wasn’t the point. “I stated what you were thinking.”
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