07-23-2010, 11:25 AM
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it's poetry carved in flesh, this beautiful hell of ours
Fear may have held the child immobile, but Halo moved with intent straight toward him. Vision shifted from the boy back toward the woman, smiling vaguely. “Oh, is he your’s?” he asked, tone taunting. The Lykoi name may have held some form of protection from the beast over their family, but he hadn’t been in his right mind in a long time. Lucid he may have been, but rational thought had long since vanished. Face moved toward the child’s, gently kissing him lightly upon the brow. “How lovely,” he said, continuing to cradle the boy within his arms, holding him as though he mattered.
Perhaps he did, if Halo made it so. He’d once considered her his own, though he’d since pierced his nails straight into her heart and damaged her soul with his own dark, tainted hands. What he still thought of her remained to be seen. Actions would dictate, for Samael himself did not plan out his actions, nor his responses. He could tear the child limb from limb right now before her very eyes, or place him lightly back upon the ground to allow him to trundle right back into the safety of her embrace. Crimson gaze narrowed distastefully.
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Fear may have held the child immobile, but Halo moved with intent straight toward him. Vision shifted from the boy back toward the woman, smiling vaguely. “Oh, is he your’s?” he asked, tone taunting. The Lykoi name may have held some form of protection from the beast over their family, but he hadn’t been in his right mind in a long time. Lucid he may have been, but rational thought had long since vanished. Face moved toward the child’s, gently kissing him lightly upon the brow. “How lovely,” he said, continuing to cradle the boy within his arms, holding him as though he mattered.
Perhaps he did, if Halo made it so. He’d once considered her his own, though he’d since pierced his nails straight into her heart and damaged her soul with his own dark, tainted hands. What he still thought of her remained to be seen. Actions would dictate, for Samael himself did not plan out his actions, nor his responses. He could tear the child limb from limb right now before her very eyes, or place him lightly back upon the ground to allow him to trundle right back into the safety of her embrace. Crimson gaze narrowed distastefully.