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05-03-2015, 01:05 PM
Why am I doing this?
Mauja was not a diplomat—he spoke with a closed fist.
He did not enjoy socializing, not genuinely. He hated alliances because it made him feel beholden to others. He wanted to fuck shit up if he felt like it, without having to give a damn about others. He wanted to be able to slip his knife into someone's back and then reap the world.
His oaths were hollow and he was not made for the peace of fools.
He was not racist anymore; he hated everyone equally.
And yet he walked back from the Throat with the oddest feeling in his chest, and Kahlua pressed against his spotted flank.
He couldn't put words on it—out of all the ones who had come to speak to Gaucho, he was probably the one the least interested in the position. It was his own brand of arrogance—a quality he loathed in himself—that drove him. None of them are worthy.
None of them were worthy of the Edge.
None of them were worthy of Kahlua.
She had asked him, in her own way.
And he had said yes.
He felt solemn, still awed by the sensation in his heart.. the lingering traces of warmth sparked by Kahlua's defense, and the odd peace he felt with his decision to go for this—his reconciliation with Gaucho's evaluation of their "tactics", despite how proud a creature he was that frost could've flaked off his armor as he strained to not stand too regally, too haughty. And so it was that he returned to the Edge with serenity painted upon his pale face, stepping past the shattered wall and into the embrace of the familiar trees.
Silently he settled, Ophelia's warriors already gathered. Again, his gaze fell on her, trying to read her, trying to.. trying to what? He didn't know.
Catch her eye. Reach out with his heart. With anything. She had seemed so worn before the invasion.. so he stared at her, concern written in the depths of his eyes, until she began to speak. Who would she recommend?
Torleik.
She was swift about it, and Mauja's eyes moved to the black stallion. He had the looks of a warrior, scarred and buff and braided—but what lay in his heart? The only fault Mauja had found with him, aside from his violent..interruption..when he had attempted to comfort Ophelia, was that he had sounded like he didn't want this for himself. Like he wanted it for other reasons, for the Moon, for.. Mauja didn't know.
Why be here, asking to be King, when Ophelia would remain in the north? Had things gone sour between them?
But they had sought comfort in one another after the futile battle of the Falls.
So busy was he staring at Torleik, and thinking, that he almost missed the fact that Kahlua had begun to speak. “I propose that Mauja lead this land, with Torleik.”
And he was both surprised, and not surprised.
Gaucho had said as much. Kahlua had said as much.
But I'm not worthy either.
He was a wolf masquerading as a deer, in the wrong boat entirely—diplomacy? Hah. Laughable. He had led one of Helovia's darkest sects. He had killed, both on purpose, and by accident. He had..
He had definitely overdosed on bitterness. This wasn't about the past. This was.. this was.. this was about the future. His gaze drifted to Kahlua as she shuffled aside, his heart yearning to follow her, because we are still equal.
This was about them.
Mauja pulled his head a little higher, blue eyes sweeping those gathered—some, would be his now, to guide and protect. Elsa, their general, perhaps. (Now it's my duty to cure her of her bitterness.) Cathun, kicked out ass-first if Mau had anything to say about it. That stupid Rostislav was Torleik's problem, thank the heavens, if he wished to stay.
And then there was Kahlua.. he nodded at her words, knowing that the decision was not his to make alone—and that was both terrifying, and annoying. Mauja had never shared power in this way before.
Slowly he moved from his spot, taking a few steps forward, so he could see Torleik better.
"So," he said after a moment, the corner of his mouth curling up into a small smile. "You or me be the Queen?"
And he laughed, a soft sound, because the world was soft and things were finally falling into place and finally—
—finally, there was the Light of Dawn.
[ aka Mauja wants to have a chat with Torleik so they can figure out how to deal with their new baby :) ]
Mauja was not a diplomat—he spoke with a closed fist.
He did not enjoy socializing, not genuinely. He hated alliances because it made him feel beholden to others. He wanted to fuck shit up if he felt like it, without having to give a damn about others. He wanted to be able to slip his knife into someone's back and then reap the world.
His oaths were hollow and he was not made for the peace of fools.
He was not racist anymore; he hated everyone equally.
And yet he walked back from the Throat with the oddest feeling in his chest, and Kahlua pressed against his spotted flank.
He couldn't put words on it—out of all the ones who had come to speak to Gaucho, he was probably the one the least interested in the position. It was his own brand of arrogance—a quality he loathed in himself—that drove him. None of them are worthy.
None of them were worthy of the Edge.
None of them were worthy of Kahlua.
She had asked him, in her own way.
And he had said yes.
He felt solemn, still awed by the sensation in his heart.. the lingering traces of warmth sparked by Kahlua's defense, and the odd peace he felt with his decision to go for this—his reconciliation with Gaucho's evaluation of their "tactics", despite how proud a creature he was that frost could've flaked off his armor as he strained to not stand too regally, too haughty. And so it was that he returned to the Edge with serenity painted upon his pale face, stepping past the shattered wall and into the embrace of the familiar trees.
Silently he settled, Ophelia's warriors already gathered. Again, his gaze fell on her, trying to read her, trying to.. trying to what? He didn't know.
Catch her eye. Reach out with his heart. With anything. She had seemed so worn before the invasion.. so he stared at her, concern written in the depths of his eyes, until she began to speak. Who would she recommend?
Torleik.
She was swift about it, and Mauja's eyes moved to the black stallion. He had the looks of a warrior, scarred and buff and braided—but what lay in his heart? The only fault Mauja had found with him, aside from his violent..interruption..when he had attempted to comfort Ophelia, was that he had sounded like he didn't want this for himself. Like he wanted it for other reasons, for the Moon, for.. Mauja didn't know.
Why be here, asking to be King, when Ophelia would remain in the north? Had things gone sour between them?
But they had sought comfort in one another after the futile battle of the Falls.
So busy was he staring at Torleik, and thinking, that he almost missed the fact that Kahlua had begun to speak. “I propose that Mauja lead this land, with Torleik.”
And he was both surprised, and not surprised.
Gaucho had said as much. Kahlua had said as much.
But I'm not worthy either.
He was a wolf masquerading as a deer, in the wrong boat entirely—diplomacy? Hah. Laughable. He had led one of Helovia's darkest sects. He had killed, both on purpose, and by accident. He had..
He had definitely overdosed on bitterness. This wasn't about the past. This was.. this was.. this was about the future. His gaze drifted to Kahlua as she shuffled aside, his heart yearning to follow her, because we are still equal.
This was about them.
Mauja pulled his head a little higher, blue eyes sweeping those gathered—some, would be his now, to guide and protect. Elsa, their general, perhaps. (Now it's my duty to cure her of her bitterness.) Cathun, kicked out ass-first if Mau had anything to say about it. That stupid Rostislav was Torleik's problem, thank the heavens, if he wished to stay.
And then there was Kahlua.. he nodded at her words, knowing that the decision was not his to make alone—and that was both terrifying, and annoying. Mauja had never shared power in this way before.
Slowly he moved from his spot, taking a few steps forward, so he could see Torleik better.
"So," he said after a moment, the corner of his mouth curling up into a small smile. "You or me be the Queen?"
And he laughed, a soft sound, because the world was soft and things were finally falling into place and finally—
—finally, there was the Light of Dawn.
[ aka Mauja wants to have a chat with Torleik so they can figure out how to deal with their new baby :) ]
lord, the demands you're making-
help the monster on two feet
walk him down the hall, repeat
and when he's strong enough to stand alone
you'll notice what big teeth . . .
help the monster on two feet
walk him down the hall, repeat
and when he's strong enough to stand alone
you'll notice what big teeth . . .
