#vi. short.

[killianns]

                                                         ( x )

                       ’    you never told me what it was                       that  made  you  S T R O N G.                                                                                                                                &&     what    it    was                                                                 that made you WEAK.   ‘

                     ❛   what’s this, lass ?                           ———————   are we to BOND over our little feathers now ? ❜ 

                                                            his lips curls slightly,   a raven eyebrow raised                                      with the slightest of anticipation.      stepping closer, he lets                                                                   the darkness of his leather wail behind him,                                                  smoothing out the pace of his walk,   the salt tripled.

                              her questions are enough to leave him naked,                                                              exposed to his bones  ;   VULNERABLE.

                                 ❛   why do you ask ?  ❜

[killianns]

 ——————————————— agentbonham.

                             ❛  & i win again ( ! )  ❜                                            a grin cracks triumphantly, iron eyes crinkling at                    the pride of hand as he brings up a jug to the tip of his lips.                                                 halting, he speaks before he drinks.                           ❛  you seem to be  misinformed  by the term ‘skilled’, mate.  ❜

[killianns]

———————————— owedbetter​.

                                                                 ❛  you're hovering.  ❜          it's a stroke of an echo, a breath among fog.                            he eyes her suspiciously as a raven eyebrow raises, &            so his lips gently purse together into a deep thought.                     ❛  ———— scared i'll do something nefarious ?  ❜ 

[killianns]

———————————————— thexkey​.

                                                                           ❛  i assume you can read,  ❜          he speaks in a grieving voice, with the tremors reverberating                 throughout the leaves and ponds & her presence is far from welcomed,           his territory a rifle to those who not know how to wield a sword.                        head cocks to the side, & eyes set themselves into a grim.         ❛  yet somehow, you still feel the need to trespass on private property.  ❜

[killianns]

—————————— incredibleliar.

                                                                   ❛  flowers for my lady  ❜              in his hand, a bouquet of red roses rests gently.                        echoes of adoration glistening among the ivory of his skin.                  ( there's a hollow among the gentle, he thinks )                              of those born with salt & sea.

[killianns]

———————————— thelxstsavior.

                           is it his second or his fifth ?                                            ember swirls dancing between a porcelain confinement.

                                          ❛  what do you say, swan ?                        ——— another drink ?  ❜

[killianns]

———————————— rubere.

                     with the stars in mind, he sits idly upon the watery throne,                                    a fleeting sadness ebbing & flowing with each gentle crash                            of a wave. how he rests himself in its embrace of his                                                       most loyal lover, the sea as his kingdom.                the solitude of thoughts interrupted. if only for a second.

                                                   ❛  ——— took you more of a forest person.  ❜

[killianns]

———————————— wiinterempress 

                       he seeks her frame. an iron blue as rich as his ocean & up he goes                                        into a pool of nostalgia. 

                           ❛  ——  we've searched the whole place,                                                                         it isn't here, lass.  ❜