#daxopen

Certain instances of pain were bearable.

A habit developed by the simplest of children, something so difficult yet practiced by every member of society - the endurance of both physical and emotional suffering. Surprisingly enough, the agony was worst in the most insignificant times of day and night. The deadliest of such cases usually took place in disposable seconds, the brief occurrences that brought the weight of hours, days, and months.

Even the frigid King of Hearts fought through immense pain. Or rather, the excess pain was what had forced him to freeze over. But of course, no one could exactly correlate the past and the present of a man whose background remained so vague. In any case, hardships from the past years would not keep the leader's logic entirely intact. A slight blurring of the senses was present, throwing the usually level-headed "King" into a momentary spiral of self-destructive behavior.

Not that it wasn't anything he couldn't control. Risks were only naturally part of the deal - but moderation was key, wasn't it? In a relatively neutral land, the leader was generally safe. Subtle movements and a hushed voice would protect him in a land where none knew of his name or status. The small, quiet, bar would provide enough sanctuary to last him the night, wouldn't it? With dim lights and a fantastic view consisting of a dirty alleyway, little danger was present.