04-19-2018, 03:05 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(HECK. Sorry this got hella long D : )
Killua had never really had time to grief about the one animal that he had considered to be his friend. Killua had even thought that he didn't deserve to grieve over the factor that he had been the one to kill them. The young male hadn't been given the option to be able to feel bad about the things that he had done, and instead, he was forced to work even harder than he had before when it came to his assassin training. It was rigorous work, and eventually had forgotten what had happened that day in his father's quarters and just focused on the job. It kept his mind busy, and it made it so that it wouldn't be difficult to slice the throats of those that he was commanded to kill. Killing his one and only friend that he had made in the past wasn't his first kill, as he had managed to kill several lives before that. The pup had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and would have been better off. Killua was born during a time where all of his parents and siblings were at peak performance. Even considering that they were Zoldycks he doubted that anyone of them would die soon. Being a Zoldyck, in general, wasn't something that was easy for really any of him and his siblings, as there were always groups out there that were designed specifically to try and kill them. Most had no idea what they were looking for as most didn't know what a Zoldyck member could even look like so it made his families job a whole lot easier. However, there were some of those that had dedicated their entire lives to try and get revenge against a Zoldyck member that had killed someone special to them. Whether that be a family member or even a lover for that matter. All of them had the same motives, and ultimately all of them were going to fail no matter how much they trained themselves. Sure, they could end up getting close to killing either him or one of his siblings, but ultimately they would come out on top and they would just be nothing than another corpse on the ground. Their efforts were wasted, which would probably haunt their soul for the rest of its existence, whether that was actually something that was real that happened he wasn't sure. His father was extremely powerful in every sense of the term, the dragon being able to silently move and change his shape in a matter of moments before killing someone. Killua often still looked up to his old man, as most young males did when they were born as most wanted to be like their fathers. Killua was no different as he believed that his father was in the right mind when it came to thinking about what Killua had wanted in life, even if he went against his wife's wishes. It was for the best of the family and everyone was going to have to wait for Killua to come back once his father died. Killua knew that he had at least five years before the likes of his father died. He knew that the old man wouldn't die from old age compared to his great-grandfather. None of them would. There was no peace for the life that he had lived, and there was no way he was going to get out of any of it. He was going to die in battle, and part of him was fine with that. Even if he wasn't going to kill those that he constantly came across, he still wanted to have some fun testing his skills in a fight.
That part of him that was never going to change. Killua didn't think that he deserved the likes of a peaceful death, he didn't see himself growing old in a clan where other's were going to have to take care of him because he was too old to do anything around. That would drive him insane as he didn't like being in one place anymore and constantly explored around the territories. Whether that territory was Snowbound or some other group it didn't really matter to him all that much. The assassin wanted to see everything, as he knew that his childhood was almost up in the first place. He wanted to see everything that his parents had tried to hide from him when he was just a kitten. He wanted to take in all the sights and sounds, all the different activities that were common but not something that he knew himself. Killua didn't care if someone called him a kid when he got excited over something as they didn't know what he had gone through to get here. He had to attack his own family to be able to get away from them to live the life he had now. Now, he wasn't going to kill any of his family despite all the horrible things that they did to him. He was still going to consider them family no matter how much he wanted to deny that fact. If any of his siblings died, he would probably grow somewhat upset and relieved at the same time. Upset, because it meant that someone probably had killed his sibling, which would piss him off and have him go looking at whoever had done that. And relieved because it meant that he would have one less creature to nag at him for his life choices. A twisted way of thinking, but it was the only way that Killua knew, and he always liked to think ahead of situations when they were presented in front of him. He hated being taken off guard, so he did everything that he could to keep his knowledge updated. Whether that was for reading books or exploring populated areas and looking at the locals to see how they interacted with each other. Hell, he would even do experiments, whether they be social or physical to figure out how much the clans could take of one thing, just so that he could use that information for later. Now that he was deputy, he could also use the excuse that it was for clan politics and that he was doing it for the likes of his clan. While in actuality he was just doing it for his own means and nothing else. He was selfish in that regard, as he expected those in the groups to be capable of protecting themselves instead of being defenseless children and whimpering when someone tried to raise a paw at them. Having been born a fighter, he wouldn't stand still while his body was beaten to a pulp, and instead, he would make sure to stand up and fight right back. It was more fun that way too. With the way that he was now, he wasn't really someone to hold a grudge for a large span of time. This was simply because of the fact that Killua knew that if he would hold a grudge it would get to the point that he would kill the creature that had done him wrong. That's what had happened in the past with those that had crossed his path and ended up living to tell the tale. They would be killed later on due to Killua's growing hatred toward them. Not wanting to kill other's now though, he wasn't sure holding a grudge would be a great idea.
Even if he hated the Typhoon after what had happened to Guru, he still didn't trust them. Maybe because him and the Typhoon were similar in the way that they constantly thought and tried to strategize each situation presented with them. Typhoon obviously harbored those that were killers, such as the white wolf herself. He wasn't all that different from them, and yet he saw in them what he didn't want to see in himself. He didn't want to be the killer that his parents had made him to be. He didn't want to kill other's with just a simple command from his family. It felt WRONG. The thought of him going back to his old self terrified him. It also terrified him because he knew how easy it would be to resort back to that state of mind. Like flipping a switch in the back of his head was all it could take to have him act like when he had killed those animals that he said he had killed in self defense. Those that he got close to seemed to suffer the same fate, but it wasn't from his own claws, but instead of the unlucky chances that surrounded them. Circusclown. Amorette. Ghost. All of them were basically dead. Circusclown had committed suicide and there wasn't anything Killua could have done to save the old man. Amorette died and her soul transferred into another body. It was the only explanation as to why she was a robot now. Ghost, well, he wasn't sure what had happened to the other male but he could bet the other had died as well just like the rest of the group. These are the thoughts that Killua had when it came to thinking about the creatures that he used to know in other clans. If he hadn't seen them in a long time, he was just going to think that they were dead so that he could spare himself the grief and just push it back to his mind. Any feelings could lead to weakness if he wasn't careful, and that could lead to trouble. He had to remain the calm and collected one, that occasionally got pissed off at those that were annoying. But other than that few had seen a wide range of emotions from him. Killua was greatly enjoying the hot chocolate that London had provided for him. He didn't know why he felt so comfortable around the female, but he knew one thing for certain was that she lacked confidence in herself. Apologizing for things that she didn't need to apologize for. He knew with his brash nature it could easily make her uncomfortable if he wasn't careful. Yet, he wanted to help her somehow gain confidence, because anyone could easily take advantage of her, and she wouldn't even realize. Such as creatures in Typhoon or Tanglewood for that matter. Killua raised the mug to his lips and took another long swig, the warmth of the liquid spreading to the rest of his body. Warmth wasn't a common feeling for him, but it was definitely welcomed when it did happen. His eyes watched the other as she laughed at herself for not realizing what she had been doing when it came to talking to other's in such a formal matter. He offered her a grin as he shrugged his shoulders toward her. "Well don't make me dictate how you speak to others. That's entirely up to you." Killua wasn't about to force her to do what he wanted that easily. That would be like him turning into his parents, and that would be the last thing he wanted. If the other had wanted books of course, the assassin wouldn't have minded conjuring up something for the female to read.
When he lived with his family, he constantly read books to keep his mind off of the training that he was going through, although most considered of biology books, he still wouldn't mind reading them instead of having his flesh carved. Being vigilant was the only thing that kept Killua alive up to this point. He was able to read his opponents like a book, figure out exactly when they were going to be attacking next thanks to their body language and the movement of their muscles. His speedy nature made it easy for him to take on animals that were several times his size and with efficiency. One that had been taught by his brother who was a tiger, but ultimately a lot faster than he was despite the species difference. Hence why he was a light sleeping, his ears always listening to hear if something was coming toward him in his sleep. Having been the one on the returning end of assassinating someone while they were sleeping, he didn't want to have the same happen to him. It was almost impossible for anyone to sneak up on the likes of the deputy, as he was always looking at his surroundings. If someone had managed to catch him off guard, it would be obvious that something was wrong. So he had been corrected in that notion, although he had phrased it as a question to at least give the other satisfaction. London seemed to be almost great at everything that she did, and it almost made him jealous. He doubted he would ever be as considerate as she was, as he looked at everything too logically. "If you wanted to you could practically sell these, it's that good." Killua offered with the grin still placed across his facial features. Although there was a feeling that was starting to develop in the pit of his stomach. He didn't like it, it was making him uncomfortable. He was trying his damned best to ignore it for now though. Then came the question that he had asked before that he had been confused about. The word friend wasn't something that he would openly toss around like everyone else who did it so casually. It would mean a lot for anyone to consider him as a friend, and the same way around. He hadn't developed a friend, and despite him desperately trying to, he wasn't sure if he could trust anyone. He knew how the clans were going to act if he did deliver them the truth. Fear. Constant fear. And yet here London was, she wasn't terrified of him, or at least she wasn't showing it in her body language or her eyes. She was genuinely here, and he wasn't sure what to make of the female. Was she even from the clans? He basically knew nothing about her either other than the condition that she had with her blood and that she obviously had been through some trauma considering the way she spoke to others. Something horrible that he wasn't going to ask her about. Killua took on small sip from the mug that he was drinking from and put his paws back down on the ground as silence passed between the two albino's. Yes, I do. The words again seemed to come to a shock toward the male, and his eyes widened a slight fraction again as he looked slightly up at the larger wildcat.
She considered him a friend. Killua could basically feel his throat tighten as several thoughts when through his head. And of course, the whispers began to start, as they always did when something good was happening to him so that it could cause him even more anxiety that he had. He had removed his paws from the mug and had them in the snow, and he turned his face away. "She will betray you the moment you turn your back toward her." Killua's left ear flicked at the harsh words that were repeated over and over again. Illumi had always said that he would kill those that got too close to him, and so far that was true except for Amorette who was still technically living at this point. Is there something wrong with that? Killua could give off a thousand reasons why it was wrong. Why it was a horrible idea to even get close to him. She probably still believed what he had done to those two animals that died still had been self-defense, while it had been his brother turning on his switch without him realizing it. Killua's jaw clenched, and his ears were soon pinned against his head. He was staring at the ground, and he seemed to shake. None of the emotion that was expressed was him being angry, but instead, it was something else. There was no hostility or bloodlust coming off of him. "...Why?" His voice was almost a whisper, but it almost sounded pain. He tried everything that he could to keep the fear from enveloping his body like a poison, and yet it was creeping into his throat. It was SUFFOCATING. "Why? I've done... nothing to deserve it. I'm horrible. I've hurt so many people. You don't know what I am. All the terrible things I've done..." Killua had raised one of his slightly pink paws as he stared at it, the hallucination of it being covered in blood. You don't care about making friends. All you care about is learning how to kill them. That's how I taught you. Killua kept his jaw shut for a second to keep himself from yelling out in frustration against the words in his head. He knew this. He KNEW this. He had already counted how many different ways that he could kill the clouded leopard. It wasn't hard. It had never been hard, and yet he didn't want to do that. He just wanted a friend. Killua clenched his paw and dug the tips of his metal claw into the pads of his paw. He felt no pain. Small droplets of blood forming where he stabbed the paw pad. "After what happened two days again, I've seen the way other's look at me. They're afraid. What I did to Ivylee, the fear in her eyes. All of them are afraid of me. Part of me wishes that they are so that they avoid me before they get hurt." A bitter chuckle escaped his jaws as he still refused to look up at the clouded leopard, and instead put his clenched paw back down on the ground. "Yet... yet here you are. You... aren't afraid of me. I can see that in your eyes, the way you hold yourself, and still I don't understand. I want so badly to..." Killua's voice cracked when he spoke, immediately making him stop speaking. He was showing too much emotion. He knew this. He wanted to shut himself away, and yet he was being drawn forward by his goal. Finally, he raised his head to look into eyes that were a similar hue to his own. There was no anger present in them. Instead, he looked afraid. Afraid of what could happen. And yet he was pleading. Pleading for help out of the curse that his family had put onto him. "If you knew the truth.... you'd try to get as far away from me as possible. And I still don't want to be the thing that I am." Please don't leave. Killua thought to himself in a silent plea. He was tired. He was so tired. He didn't want to be alone anymore. He wanted someone to know. And yet he refused to tell anyone, carrying his burden with him. No tears should shed from his eyes, but it was obvious that he was in distress. Maybe this was wrong. Maybe London would go into a panic for what he said. Rejection. That's another issue that he feared, and he knew that it was more than likely to happen. He didn't know her. Could he even trust her? She was always around. She was much better at dealing with other's than he was. The words hung in the air, and he wanted for her response, more than ready to teleport away if things went bad.
Killua had never really had time to grief about the one animal that he had considered to be his friend. Killua had even thought that he didn't deserve to grieve over the factor that he had been the one to kill them. The young male hadn't been given the option to be able to feel bad about the things that he had done, and instead, he was forced to work even harder than he had before when it came to his assassin training. It was rigorous work, and eventually had forgotten what had happened that day in his father's quarters and just focused on the job. It kept his mind busy, and it made it so that it wouldn't be difficult to slice the throats of those that he was commanded to kill. Killing his one and only friend that he had made in the past wasn't his first kill, as he had managed to kill several lives before that. The pup had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and would have been better off. Killua was born during a time where all of his parents and siblings were at peak performance. Even considering that they were Zoldycks he doubted that anyone of them would die soon. Being a Zoldyck, in general, wasn't something that was easy for really any of him and his siblings, as there were always groups out there that were designed specifically to try and kill them. Most had no idea what they were looking for as most didn't know what a Zoldyck member could even look like so it made his families job a whole lot easier. However, there were some of those that had dedicated their entire lives to try and get revenge against a Zoldyck member that had killed someone special to them. Whether that be a family member or even a lover for that matter. All of them had the same motives, and ultimately all of them were going to fail no matter how much they trained themselves. Sure, they could end up getting close to killing either him or one of his siblings, but ultimately they would come out on top and they would just be nothing than another corpse on the ground. Their efforts were wasted, which would probably haunt their soul for the rest of its existence, whether that was actually something that was real that happened he wasn't sure. His father was extremely powerful in every sense of the term, the dragon being able to silently move and change his shape in a matter of moments before killing someone. Killua often still looked up to his old man, as most young males did when they were born as most wanted to be like their fathers. Killua was no different as he believed that his father was in the right mind when it came to thinking about what Killua had wanted in life, even if he went against his wife's wishes. It was for the best of the family and everyone was going to have to wait for Killua to come back once his father died. Killua knew that he had at least five years before the likes of his father died. He knew that the old man wouldn't die from old age compared to his great-grandfather. None of them would. There was no peace for the life that he had lived, and there was no way he was going to get out of any of it. He was going to die in battle, and part of him was fine with that. Even if he wasn't going to kill those that he constantly came across, he still wanted to have some fun testing his skills in a fight.
That part of him that was never going to change. Killua didn't think that he deserved the likes of a peaceful death, he didn't see himself growing old in a clan where other's were going to have to take care of him because he was too old to do anything around. That would drive him insane as he didn't like being in one place anymore and constantly explored around the territories. Whether that territory was Snowbound or some other group it didn't really matter to him all that much. The assassin wanted to see everything, as he knew that his childhood was almost up in the first place. He wanted to see everything that his parents had tried to hide from him when he was just a kitten. He wanted to take in all the sights and sounds, all the different activities that were common but not something that he knew himself. Killua didn't care if someone called him a kid when he got excited over something as they didn't know what he had gone through to get here. He had to attack his own family to be able to get away from them to live the life he had now. Now, he wasn't going to kill any of his family despite all the horrible things that they did to him. He was still going to consider them family no matter how much he wanted to deny that fact. If any of his siblings died, he would probably grow somewhat upset and relieved at the same time. Upset, because it meant that someone probably had killed his sibling, which would piss him off and have him go looking at whoever had done that. And relieved because it meant that he would have one less creature to nag at him for his life choices. A twisted way of thinking, but it was the only way that Killua knew, and he always liked to think ahead of situations when they were presented in front of him. He hated being taken off guard, so he did everything that he could to keep his knowledge updated. Whether that was for reading books or exploring populated areas and looking at the locals to see how they interacted with each other. Hell, he would even do experiments, whether they be social or physical to figure out how much the clans could take of one thing, just so that he could use that information for later. Now that he was deputy, he could also use the excuse that it was for clan politics and that he was doing it for the likes of his clan. While in actuality he was just doing it for his own means and nothing else. He was selfish in that regard, as he expected those in the groups to be capable of protecting themselves instead of being defenseless children and whimpering when someone tried to raise a paw at them. Having been born a fighter, he wouldn't stand still while his body was beaten to a pulp, and instead, he would make sure to stand up and fight right back. It was more fun that way too. With the way that he was now, he wasn't really someone to hold a grudge for a large span of time. This was simply because of the fact that Killua knew that if he would hold a grudge it would get to the point that he would kill the creature that had done him wrong. That's what had happened in the past with those that had crossed his path and ended up living to tell the tale. They would be killed later on due to Killua's growing hatred toward them. Not wanting to kill other's now though, he wasn't sure holding a grudge would be a great idea.
Even if he hated the Typhoon after what had happened to Guru, he still didn't trust them. Maybe because him and the Typhoon were similar in the way that they constantly thought and tried to strategize each situation presented with them. Typhoon obviously harbored those that were killers, such as the white wolf herself. He wasn't all that different from them, and yet he saw in them what he didn't want to see in himself. He didn't want to be the killer that his parents had made him to be. He didn't want to kill other's with just a simple command from his family. It felt WRONG. The thought of him going back to his old self terrified him. It also terrified him because he knew how easy it would be to resort back to that state of mind. Like flipping a switch in the back of his head was all it could take to have him act like when he had killed those animals that he said he had killed in self defense. Those that he got close to seemed to suffer the same fate, but it wasn't from his own claws, but instead of the unlucky chances that surrounded them. Circusclown. Amorette. Ghost. All of them were basically dead. Circusclown had committed suicide and there wasn't anything Killua could have done to save the old man. Amorette died and her soul transferred into another body. It was the only explanation as to why she was a robot now. Ghost, well, he wasn't sure what had happened to the other male but he could bet the other had died as well just like the rest of the group. These are the thoughts that Killua had when it came to thinking about the creatures that he used to know in other clans. If he hadn't seen them in a long time, he was just going to think that they were dead so that he could spare himself the grief and just push it back to his mind. Any feelings could lead to weakness if he wasn't careful, and that could lead to trouble. He had to remain the calm and collected one, that occasionally got pissed off at those that were annoying. But other than that few had seen a wide range of emotions from him. Killua was greatly enjoying the hot chocolate that London had provided for him. He didn't know why he felt so comfortable around the female, but he knew one thing for certain was that she lacked confidence in herself. Apologizing for things that she didn't need to apologize for. He knew with his brash nature it could easily make her uncomfortable if he wasn't careful. Yet, he wanted to help her somehow gain confidence, because anyone could easily take advantage of her, and she wouldn't even realize. Such as creatures in Typhoon or Tanglewood for that matter. Killua raised the mug to his lips and took another long swig, the warmth of the liquid spreading to the rest of his body. Warmth wasn't a common feeling for him, but it was definitely welcomed when it did happen. His eyes watched the other as she laughed at herself for not realizing what she had been doing when it came to talking to other's in such a formal matter. He offered her a grin as he shrugged his shoulders toward her. "Well don't make me dictate how you speak to others. That's entirely up to you." Killua wasn't about to force her to do what he wanted that easily. That would be like him turning into his parents, and that would be the last thing he wanted. If the other had wanted books of course, the assassin wouldn't have minded conjuring up something for the female to read.
When he lived with his family, he constantly read books to keep his mind off of the training that he was going through, although most considered of biology books, he still wouldn't mind reading them instead of having his flesh carved. Being vigilant was the only thing that kept Killua alive up to this point. He was able to read his opponents like a book, figure out exactly when they were going to be attacking next thanks to their body language and the movement of their muscles. His speedy nature made it easy for him to take on animals that were several times his size and with efficiency. One that had been taught by his brother who was a tiger, but ultimately a lot faster than he was despite the species difference. Hence why he was a light sleeping, his ears always listening to hear if something was coming toward him in his sleep. Having been the one on the returning end of assassinating someone while they were sleeping, he didn't want to have the same happen to him. It was almost impossible for anyone to sneak up on the likes of the deputy, as he was always looking at his surroundings. If someone had managed to catch him off guard, it would be obvious that something was wrong. So he had been corrected in that notion, although he had phrased it as a question to at least give the other satisfaction. London seemed to be almost great at everything that she did, and it almost made him jealous. He doubted he would ever be as considerate as she was, as he looked at everything too logically. "If you wanted to you could practically sell these, it's that good." Killua offered with the grin still placed across his facial features. Although there was a feeling that was starting to develop in the pit of his stomach. He didn't like it, it was making him uncomfortable. He was trying his damned best to ignore it for now though. Then came the question that he had asked before that he had been confused about. The word friend wasn't something that he would openly toss around like everyone else who did it so casually. It would mean a lot for anyone to consider him as a friend, and the same way around. He hadn't developed a friend, and despite him desperately trying to, he wasn't sure if he could trust anyone. He knew how the clans were going to act if he did deliver them the truth. Fear. Constant fear. And yet here London was, she wasn't terrified of him, or at least she wasn't showing it in her body language or her eyes. She was genuinely here, and he wasn't sure what to make of the female. Was she even from the clans? He basically knew nothing about her either other than the condition that she had with her blood and that she obviously had been through some trauma considering the way she spoke to others. Something horrible that he wasn't going to ask her about. Killua took on small sip from the mug that he was drinking from and put his paws back down on the ground as silence passed between the two albino's. Yes, I do. The words again seemed to come to a shock toward the male, and his eyes widened a slight fraction again as he looked slightly up at the larger wildcat.
She considered him a friend. Killua could basically feel his throat tighten as several thoughts when through his head. And of course, the whispers began to start, as they always did when something good was happening to him so that it could cause him even more anxiety that he had. He had removed his paws from the mug and had them in the snow, and he turned his face away. "She will betray you the moment you turn your back toward her." Killua's left ear flicked at the harsh words that were repeated over and over again. Illumi had always said that he would kill those that got too close to him, and so far that was true except for Amorette who was still technically living at this point. Is there something wrong with that? Killua could give off a thousand reasons why it was wrong. Why it was a horrible idea to even get close to him. She probably still believed what he had done to those two animals that died still had been self-defense, while it had been his brother turning on his switch without him realizing it. Killua's jaw clenched, and his ears were soon pinned against his head. He was staring at the ground, and he seemed to shake. None of the emotion that was expressed was him being angry, but instead, it was something else. There was no hostility or bloodlust coming off of him. "...Why?" His voice was almost a whisper, but it almost sounded pain. He tried everything that he could to keep the fear from enveloping his body like a poison, and yet it was creeping into his throat. It was SUFFOCATING. "Why? I've done... nothing to deserve it. I'm horrible. I've hurt so many people. You don't know what I am. All the terrible things I've done..." Killua had raised one of his slightly pink paws as he stared at it, the hallucination of it being covered in blood. You don't care about making friends. All you care about is learning how to kill them. That's how I taught you. Killua kept his jaw shut for a second to keep himself from yelling out in frustration against the words in his head. He knew this. He KNEW this. He had already counted how many different ways that he could kill the clouded leopard. It wasn't hard. It had never been hard, and yet he didn't want to do that. He just wanted a friend. Killua clenched his paw and dug the tips of his metal claw into the pads of his paw. He felt no pain. Small droplets of blood forming where he stabbed the paw pad. "After what happened two days again, I've seen the way other's look at me. They're afraid. What I did to Ivylee, the fear in her eyes. All of them are afraid of me. Part of me wishes that they are so that they avoid me before they get hurt." A bitter chuckle escaped his jaws as he still refused to look up at the clouded leopard, and instead put his clenched paw back down on the ground. "Yet... yet here you are. You... aren't afraid of me. I can see that in your eyes, the way you hold yourself, and still I don't understand. I want so badly to..." Killua's voice cracked when he spoke, immediately making him stop speaking. He was showing too much emotion. He knew this. He wanted to shut himself away, and yet he was being drawn forward by his goal. Finally, he raised his head to look into eyes that were a similar hue to his own. There was no anger present in them. Instead, he looked afraid. Afraid of what could happen. And yet he was pleading. Pleading for help out of the curse that his family had put onto him. "If you knew the truth.... you'd try to get as far away from me as possible. And I still don't want to be the thing that I am." Please don't leave. Killua thought to himself in a silent plea. He was tired. He was so tired. He didn't want to be alone anymore. He wanted someone to know. And yet he refused to tell anyone, carrying his burden with him. No tears should shed from his eyes, but it was obvious that he was in distress. Maybe this was wrong. Maybe London would go into a panic for what he said. Rejection. That's another issue that he feared, and he knew that it was more than likely to happen. He didn't know her. Could he even trust her? She was always around. She was much better at dealing with other's than he was. The words hung in the air, and he wanted for her response, more than ready to teleport away if things went bad.
snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
WE ALL TAKE IT UP
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO