Knocking on Deaths Door [Khamul]
Jan 27, 2018 17:59:07 GMT -5
Post by Kyleria on Jan 27, 2018 17:59:07 GMT -5
Another warning not to test. Khamûl's fingers tighten about those ember strands and yanks her close. There was no way for her to be any physically closer than she was to him in that moment unless they were made whole from their two halves. Tension tugged on her scalp and from her mouth was a sound that had been only heard by one other soul. Heaved against Khamûl's inhuman frame Kyleria's hands frantically found purchase. She had not intentionally been testing him that time. The words had just came out of her mouth just as the sound had just come out. A sound that Khamûl had caused. If he thought the game was won in that moment. He had not yet seen how far Kyleria would raise his ire. For she was the sun and like the sun she must be worshipped properly or she would destroy everything around her in such a manner, that Khamûl would learn why storms and ships were named after women.
He pushed her away and her words after that had revealed: Khamûl, spoke as Angmar spoke. He had the answers. The things she sought. He could teach her. She shook her head, proud, her jaw clenched tightly and she hissed in frustration."If the Witch King, Angmar is unable to teach me...how could you?" Her frustration was not at Khamûl for it was not his fault. But he was the nearest source to her ire. She too causes ire; this rising from the East's shadow. As he nearly lost his glamour.
You know NOTHING of my past life! You certainly do not know what I can or cannot feel. The Dark Lord has his hold on us, but he can never take away who I once was! How’s that for something that is emotionless like you speak? I offer you what you want yet deny yourself of it. Such a pity for my price was just to feel alive just once more.
He wanted to feel alive. To be who he once was. Kyleria without thinking for once in her miserable life, acted. She did not think, nor care. She just did. Her lips would search for Khamûl’s and when she was done...when she pulled away. Pulled away to inhale the air that was required to sustain her life. She licked her bottom lip ”And does this...make you feel alive” throaty were the words that came from her mouth. A kiss was a powerful magic in a child's fairytale lore. Stories that parents told children as they tucked them to bed in their hovels. Kyleria righted her mind. "I should not have... as it slowly dawned upon her she ahd invaded his space yet again. Tested him yet again. He had a lure upon her that made her forget her own self where she stood. Where they stood.
He had spoken that he would not be deprived of her. She could be his doom and undoing. He could be hers. The sun and the moon stood facing one another in the shroud as time passed slowly outside of them. They were suspended inside it.
He pushed her away and her words after that had revealed: Khamûl, spoke as Angmar spoke. He had the answers. The things she sought. He could teach her. She shook her head, proud, her jaw clenched tightly and she hissed in frustration."If the Witch King, Angmar is unable to teach me...how could you?" Her frustration was not at Khamûl for it was not his fault. But he was the nearest source to her ire. She too causes ire; this rising from the East's shadow. As he nearly lost his glamour.
You know NOTHING of my past life! You certainly do not know what I can or cannot feel. The Dark Lord has his hold on us, but he can never take away who I once was! How’s that for something that is emotionless like you speak? I offer you what you want yet deny yourself of it. Such a pity for my price was just to feel alive just once more.
He wanted to feel alive. To be who he once was. Kyleria without thinking for once in her miserable life, acted. She did not think, nor care. She just did. Her lips would search for Khamûl’s and when she was done...when she pulled away. Pulled away to inhale the air that was required to sustain her life. She licked her bottom lip ”And does this...make you feel alive” throaty were the words that came from her mouth. A kiss was a powerful magic in a child's fairytale lore. Stories that parents told children as they tucked them to bed in their hovels. Kyleria righted her mind. "I should not have... as it slowly dawned upon her she ahd invaded his space yet again. Tested him yet again. He had a lure upon her that made her forget her own self where she stood. Where they stood.
He had spoken that he would not be deprived of her. She could be his doom and undoing. He could be hers. The sun and the moon stood facing one another in the shroud as time passed slowly outside of them. They were suspended inside it.