Posted on March 20, 2014 at 02:29:54 AM by MIDAS
STARING AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR GLASS
hoping one day you'll make a dream last
BUT DREAMS COME SLOW AND THEY GO SO FAST
It is obvious that their daughter is troubled. True, Midas has returned and is here to stay, Sylvia is safe. Unfortunately, the curse of the isles seems to have that effect on men – abandoning their women who are then left to clean up the pieces. Claire is lucky her family has formed again, she has someone to lean on.
The gold is no longer afraid of his child like he might have been when she was a child. She is grown, her values are set, he does not worry about what type of role model to be. It is in the little actions that the king falls into peace. Sylvia’s small sighs, her sky blue eyes pooling with love. It is with her he can see a future, and feel as though he can overcome his past. He hopes Claire too will learn this someday.
The feeling of Claire against his skin drags Midas from Sylvia’s gaze. With bronze orbs, he locks onto his daughters. She speaks, her fate not so different from her mothers. The king would have offered a kind word to consol her, something about holding out hope, but the man his daughter mentions causes them man’s blood to boil. The temperature seems to rise around them. Pressure mounts in his head and he hears popping in his years. “Dexter” He spits the name. He remembers that dark brute in the meadow. Lilith, yes, that was the daughter’s name. Spiteful little thing, and Dexter, an overbearing hulk of a man with little to no style.
“Good riddance of him I say.” A growl escapes through clamped lips as he stamps impatiently on the ground. “My daughter does not deserve such a brute.” Chocolate muzzle extends to lip quickly at Claire’s forehead, though his mind is elsewhere, spinning. “Should he show his face around here, I’ll give him a piece of my mind, and hoof.” Red clouds his vision, the king’s yester years of bloodshed not completely gone from muscle memory. “As for you my daughter, your mother and I will find you a more suitable mate.” A stern gaze shows both the mares this is not a debate. He will not hear of discussion on this matter. The king’s word is final, and he has spoken. His family will be obedient.
The gold is no longer afraid of his child like he might have been when she was a child. She is grown, her values are set, he does not worry about what type of role model to be. It is in the little actions that the king falls into peace. Sylvia’s small sighs, her sky blue eyes pooling with love. It is with her he can see a future, and feel as though he can overcome his past. He hopes Claire too will learn this someday.
The feeling of Claire against his skin drags Midas from Sylvia’s gaze. With bronze orbs, he locks onto his daughters. She speaks, her fate not so different from her mothers. The king would have offered a kind word to consol her, something about holding out hope, but the man his daughter mentions causes them man’s blood to boil. The temperature seems to rise around them. Pressure mounts in his head and he hears popping in his years. “Dexter” He spits the name. He remembers that dark brute in the meadow. Lilith, yes, that was the daughter’s name. Spiteful little thing, and Dexter, an overbearing hulk of a man with little to no style.
“Good riddance of him I say.” A growl escapes through clamped lips as he stamps impatiently on the ground. “My daughter does not deserve such a brute.” Chocolate muzzle extends to lip quickly at Claire’s forehead, though his mind is elsewhere, spinning. “Should he show his face around here, I’ll give him a piece of my mind, and hoof.” Red clouds his vision, the king’s yester years of bloodshed not completely gone from muscle memory. “As for you my daughter, your mother and I will find you a more suitable mate.” A stern gaze shows both the mares this is not a debate. He will not hear of discussion on this matter. The king’s word is final, and he has spoken. His family will be obedient.
MIDAS
everything you love surely dies
everything you love surely dies