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A master to obey, Its taken my muse, For poetics, the gold says. Who can hold on longest? Who can convince themselves more? Who actually hold the scepter? Who will in the end will it belong? The golden son and his lady were boy smiling in the dusk at each other, minds assured they were in control. The golden was secure in himself. Assured he would be the one standing in the end. True, he may not have power over her yet. The secrets he knew were not exactly blackmail material, but he was on that path. The golden son would take his time its true he did not know all of Helovia, or her. But time would heal that weakness, so when he was in full command, there would be no one safe from his black touch. His lady was generous in her answer. Hark listened closely as she listed new name and places. If she noticed his careful care in noting each name and comment, so be it. Let her know the gold was learning much. Let her see, he’d soon be more of a threat than she realized. So that forest and falls passed on his first journey north did have a sickness lying over it. Pity. It was a lovely place. Circuta was an interesting name though, as the Asylum. More would need to be known of them soon. What better fun than messing with minds already messed with. The darkness…. Shifting the gold looked with open curiosity. “Did the darkness affect all?” Perhaps she would continue her trend in being generous with information. The lady was not the only one who held information desired. Gaucho was indeed part of the Throat, and apparently by her description highly…sought after. Civility breaks for a moment as she spites about the past. Gaucho had said, others called him the leader of the Throat, but perhaps her news was just dated. The news though is apparently of great value, which causes the chagrin in the gold to skyrocket. “It is complete.” Though the dun had been hesitating, and deeply troubled. Having to make himself call them liars. “Yet it is slipping. Others are seeking to remind him, and there’s his cute pet snake.” Damn Mara. Though, he so wanted to laugh in her black eyes at the trick he had pulled. His lady may not find that as humorous though, so the golden volunteered no more. Harks flick back. There’s no anger. There’s no shock. She only grins, expecting his words like a vulture to a carcass. Mind rolled about her, the lady was not hiding it? The woman was keeping it close, but would not deny it was always a part of her. No wonder the other lands were wary of her. So complete denial of previous feelings was not the goal? Then what was? What future did her eyes see? He considered her more carefully now. “Scars may not go away, but they can be covered up. If you seek future alliances and good terms, even if false on your end, best get on that, m’lady.” The gold wondered how the lady would take advice, be it an annoyance, or her smooth tongue rolling him a sneering thank you. It mattered not. Still why he was taking such interest in helping her, even made him speak low towards the end. The gold needed a good image though, needed to get close. A job is proposed though. Big surprise, she wants him as a spy. Like that one wasn’t coming from a mile away. The golden exhales, perhaps it was the weariness of the day, or the final reality of once again, being under a master’s hand. Responsibility did not fit him well. It was too heavy of a saddle with too big of a girth. Slipped right off. Neither was reporting to his superiors, or respecting them at all for that matter. He had to play his part, a good image, but the reality of doing that long term was not exactly enjoyable. Still, it gave him a free ticket to travel, and who said he had to report everything? The gold takes it all in with a pleasant face, and nods with a smile. “With honor, dear lady.” There wasn’t a bone of honor in that golden son. "Speech" Tag;; @[Illynx] OOC;; Notes;; |
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