Date: 2013-02-21 09:16 pm (UTC)
"Precious, you are amusing." He tugged on a strand of her hair. "I'm not a fan of dying." At least not by those that wished to demean him to just a disposable sack of flesh. He had once been a king, favored and adored, and he wasn't his father's messenger when he needed something to pass the time. But he wasn't a god like the siblings here, he was just a punching bag. He didn't like that at all when he had sailed through this life on his own. He was his own king.

"I'm no pet. I'm my own king." He wanted out of this vicious circle. He flashed her a false smile. "We clear?" He guessed his daddy issues had been pent up for a while to bust out now.
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