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Posted on December 16, 2010 at 07:44:12 PM by Donegal
 but you’re begging me for more She was blind, though he felt her eyes were piecing right through him. They way her gaze narrowed on him was almost excruciating, and his skin crawled at the feeling. Briefly his gem attempted to creep through the cracks of his control, but he pushed it back, not wanting more than ever to push himself into her private life. He felt himself tuning off, shutting down the systems that allowed him to see what she was thinking and feeling, resisting the urge when a pang of familiarity raced through his blood every time her thoughts switched to him. He was feeling quite proud of himself, in his attempts at keeping her thoughts at bay, instead burying himself in the vision of his son, whom he loved more than he could have possibly imagined. The boy was growing, almost a yearling, and he was turning into a fine animal. Donegal felt only pride when he glanced upon the child- no longer repulsed by his seemingly inferior eating habits. He had learnt to accept and cherish that his child was different, but it changed nothing as to how much he adored him. When he is reminded that her thoughts were thinking towards their previous encounter, he lets himself listen in, his eyes narrowing. How rude the old King had been towards his child, and instinctively he reaches out to toy with Ankou’s mane. If Zacharias had a young child following him around, Donegal would have assumed he had done the same. Glancing to Spectre, he feels his lips turn down. He felt all the trust he had to leave Ankou with Spectre, but at the moment he had a curious feeling of protectiveness, not wanting to leave Spectre alone either. Lately she had been just as cherished as his son had been, but in a different way. This worried him, because he did not want to let his emotions guide his job, for when an emergency came he knew he could not let himself prioritize. It was harder said than done, though, and every now and then when the two were apart he would find his gaze sweeping the lands, making sure she had not been caught by the rushing waters. He told himself he did this because of her disability- not because his emotions ran deeper for her than a King usually would. Donegal briefly sees a look of concern pass over her features, and a loud belly laugh escapes into the air. “Do not concern yourself, Spectre. I can tune my powers off quite well. Your thoughts are safe... unless you want me to hear them, of course…” He trails off, glancing away from her emotional eyes, attempting to think up something else that could take her mind off what he had said. He didn’t know what he was doing. In all honesty he was in a strong denial- he knew Spectre meant something to him, but he didn’t want to cause a rift to break through the herd if he ever let his guard down by paying more attention to her than anyone else. It was a painful thing, being King, with a Queen by his side, a lady interest, and a whole herd to manufacture at the same time. He spends a moment to watch how Spectre acts towards Ankou, how she is so motherly to him. She was the mother he had never had, and if it was up to Ankou he would probably choose to never meet the mother who abandoned him if it meant he could have Spectre to himself. When she speaks about doing anything for Ankou, he feels a smile warm his mug. Ankou squealed and pressed his skull deeper into the contours of her chest, the closest he had ever been with anyone besides his father. Donegal watches with awe at the child who had managed to break through his thick wall that protected him from feeling kindly towards others, after being shot down so many times. He was sick of being looked at with disgust. He was sick of being ruled dangerous or cruel. And then here was this angel, who treated him like a normal foal. He could be lovable and cute, if you could rule out the fact that he ate his own species. He could be the child every mother dreamed of. But no one looked past his scarred chest, his dripping fangs. At Spectre’s next words, Donegal froze. He keeps his gaze trained on her firmly, his eyes looking through her skin, stripping her raw. He takes a heavy step forward, giving her time to change her decision, to move away. Cautiously he tips his forehead so it presses against her own, his velvet muzzle brushing at hers. Ankou clung to Spectre beneath them, and suddenly they looked like the family Donegal had never had. A thousand voices of the dead and buried whisper through his gem that was pressed against her, but his own overrules them. “You don’t think this is a mistake, do you?” His voice is whispered, cautious, frightened of her answer. |
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- i would catch a grenade - By s p e c t r e December 20, 2010 at 05:02:08 AM
baby you're a firework - By Donegal December 20, 2010 at 06:04:07 PM
settle me down - By s p e c t r e December 25, 2010 at 02:33:47 AM
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