@swordancedΒ asked: β you think iβm weak because iβm not like you. β
Oh, what a bold statement. It doesn't lack truth whatsoever. He is weak because he isn't like you. He isn't a real wizard. Instead, he's spent his whole life hiding it out of some obligation to get to where he wants... Yet, here he is. Struggling to protect those children from the wraths of a northern wizard like you that decided you wanted to pick on a child today. Though, he was hardly a child. By all standards of human law and standards he was an adult. He could drink, he could get married, he could have children and live a perfectly content human life.
But he isn't human.
Nor is he a child, but it's easier to call inexperienced wizards children. It would basically be babysitting if you had to deal with him, but you don't!
You can bully him and push him around all you want! Laughing and enjoying the warmth of blood as it lands on your skin. You have no intentions of killing him, however. You don't know why, but you can't kill him. If you killed him you think something inside of you would break. You want him. You want to be able to gaze upon that sickening honey glazed gaze forever. You want to see that spirit of his bend to your will but never quite break. He could never break.
If anyone but you tried to break him you would kill them.
Instead, you laugh once more as his words still bounce around in your head. Taking a step towards him, then another as invisible strings bring him to the ground, kneeling and unable to move as those knights he had told to run still linger a perceived safe distance away.
β Sir knight, you shouldn't be so openly and boldly. β The expression on his face makes no sense to you, but understanding others was not your strong suite. You couldn't even understand yourself. Why were you even doing this? It doesn't benefit you at all... all it does is make people fear and hate you more, but maybe that's what you want? To be hated. β Even if you are right. You are weak because you aren't like me. β
You say this as your hand comes to rest on his left cheek. Staring into that golden color. It's truly like the rising sun... so warm. It disgusts you so much, yet you want it more then anything.
β You are a pathetic little wizard that pretends to be human, instead of embracing what makes you, you~ You will always be weak when you hide among weaklings. β The words out of your mouth carrying a specific poison as you continue to smile. Almost like a child that is just having far to much fun. A spoiled child that got a new toy and is having fun playing with it. β If you actually used magic, maybe you could protect them. Maybe you could... beat me, but that's impossible~ I'm hundreds of times stronger then you could ever dream of being. I could break you now and leave your mana stones for the dogs to eat because they would be so worthless to me! β
But the idea of killing him makes your stomach wretch. You just want to scare him. You want to see him cry and you want to be the one who wipes those tears while calling him pathetic. Why is that? It's frustrating you and your fingers dig into your cheek a bit. Perhaps it's a good thing you have gloves on. It'll hurt a little less.
β Heyyy... Sir knight... Why don't we make sure you can never forget me~? β You've already turned his life upside down, yet you can't help but want to be connected to him permanently. It feels like that gears of time continue to turn and have drawn you here. How annoying. Maybe you'll go and bother those twins to figure it out.
He's already in so much pain that he probably didn't even notice that his eye was taken from his skull other then the sudden lack of vision from that side. seeing it float into the air as you laugh. β How disgusting~ And now it's mine. β And just as quick, you blink and one of your eyes is now a honey-gold color and his previously stolen vision is resorted with a bright blood red eye.
β This is a gift for you~ Don't lose it, Sir knight~ I'd be really hurt if you did such a thing. β















