Re: My heart, in all it's pieces, will forever love you;

Fri Mar 29, 2019 1:51 am

KING OF VASTIME

DESMOND HAYDEN

My heart, in all it's pieces, will forever love you; - Page 2 6EdIfMt

He took everything in she said, listening intently as he hung onto every word. She demanded as much from him, and he wondered would things change. Perhaps the days would be different, but their dynamic. In some ways it worried him but those worries where soon pushed aside by what she said. She reacted with such grace, taking it all in stride that it was one of the reasons he had fallen as he did for her. But the time for talk had ended, as she had given him permission from now until the end.

It was with supreme carefulness he'd lean down with the rain from outside ceasing to be a thought within his mind. His singular arm around her tightening ever so softly, his head tilting as he found his lips on her own. Truth be told, it wasn't his first kiss but it might as well be but not because of any sloppiness or messiness. It was by the way he committed it to memory as he did much this night, the softness of her lips a foreign feeling upon his own. But it was nice, and it was something that he would grow to love. If that was even possible.

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My heart, in all it's pieces, will forever love you; - Page 2 H8Tyk70

Mon Apr 01, 2019 6:12 am

KING OF VASTIME

DESMOND HAYDEN

Desmond took it all in stride, but while the kiss may not have invoked a strong reaction from Abalia it was the acceptance she held for it which made his own heart flutter. He enjoyed it. He looked forward to it more in the future. It was for that very notion that he knew that this brief moment in time was not a mistake, such was the way the world moved.

But the presence of Nelliel making themselves known was mildly surprising for him. In truth it shouldn't have been and he should be mentally slapping himself. However, now was not the time for such thoughts as a smile settled on his lips happy to see the two interacting. Follow'd by the the request Nelliel made causing Hayden's smile to only grow. It was all so surreal, but pleasant. Wholly pleasant.

"I shall ask Ulv to be my best man.. or whatever the title may be. We owe much of this to them, I truly hope—"

Hayden silenced himself, a very sharp pain coming from his chest. Despite the intensity of the pain he made no crazy movements but very slowly placed his hand upon where his heart may be. His hand curled into a fist as he swallow'd hard, the faintest look of discomfort on his face. Emerald irises seemed to close for a moment as a small grunt of discomfort left his throat, before opening his eyes briefly to look at Abalia.

It was in this moment he became concerned. He knew Abalia knew of the problems he was having, physically. The strangeness with his powers. Would that worry her, or worse, make her change her mind?

"Apologies. A bit of discomfort. May I sit?"

His voice was measured but strained. He was certainly hiding the extent to which it was effecting him for both their benefits, but he did not doubt Abalia would know.

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Sun May 19, 2019 8:48 am

KING OF VASTIME

DESMOND HAYDEN

Despite the initial pain he felt in his chest, followed by the wave of tiredness, he let a small smile play onto his lips. Seeing her rush to his side was something that truly endeared her further to his heart, even as she chided him softly. He had a feeling she would be doing this more in the future, but that did not worry him one bit. The fact she simply show'd so much concern for his immortal being caused a pulse in his heart which could hardly be put into words properly.

Thus, he'd offer a nod to her and what she said. His body was only slightly wet now and there was the ever mild protest he did not want to wet her couch, but ultimately decided against that. He doubt she would be ok with him offering much more protect as he began to sit down on the couch, he was sure normal people would have felt cold but for someone like him it was a mild discomfort. Such was the life of a being like him.

But gradually as they walked away he'd begin to remove his shoes and socks, mostly from training ingrained in his head. A soldier outta have dry feet when they can least something bad happens to them, but he supposed it was a moot point considering getting trench foot was not something he could experience. But as he now removed his jacket leaving him in a relatively dry white button up and his pants he'd settle onto the couch sideways. He wished to await for his future wife to come back, but soon found that resisting sleep would prove futile.

Thus, as his emerald eyes closed he would have a final thought of the future. A future which was now far different than what imagined, intertwined with only a woman he wished to spend it with. All brought on by a final act of bravery, to counteract his potential demise. But now as he rested the king of Vastime was fueled by a desire to live that had exceeded any previous one. If he was willing to die for all he's built, now at this crossroad in his life he chose to live for a future and dream not entirely of his own making:

To see her dreams become reality.

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