08-16-2017, 12:05 AM
Gildarts blinked. He'd forgotten about the bear. Wild meat which they'd roasted on the fire. They'd encountered a competitor there and made trade. The king of destruction sighed as his mind clenched before unraveling into Takezo's story of self. It sounded.... So similar to Gildarts' own experience. He had... On some levels, run away too.
When Gildarts was called upon to speak, he sighed a heavy, burden releasing exhale. He had spoken his own story in anonymity around the other campfire, back on the ol' beach. The Prime pondered how savvy they would be to linking his story to the one on the beach. The drink was loosening his lips, the mage was relaxing, happy, his mind synchronizing with the music and the well-forged time.
Gildarts didn't want to talk about killing people, not as Takezo had, so freely. Even inebriated Gildarts had no desire to bring darkness to the light froth of buzzing conversation. It had been an open ended question, one left to tie by the mage who had been called.
"Hmm," the king of crash pondered aloud, something that well, didn't often happen. Then his face chipped with a smile, "I was always too strong for my own good. Always getting distracted by the true fineness that a woman could offer. She grounded me, at least for a little while. Then I moved onto the next, and the next. And the next after that."
Dust cleared his throat and both hoped to clear up his question, "Uh, women?"
Gil nodded, "The two somehow... Went hand in hand. Women, power, neither and yet also were my drug but none offered me control, nor clarity. Neither completely alleviated my pain, though both often caused it." The mage offered a mischievous smile and slurped another guzzle off his glass.
"It was when my quest to find out why this power was bestowed on me, of all mages, that I had sought meaning in love. There was only one woman that I ever did fall for..." Gildarts smiled and thought of Cornelia, and how just this morning he had held their daughter in his arms. Bittersweet melancholy submerged Gildarts' free mind. He was free to feel pain wholly, and tender agony was delivered with this all too raw memory.
"Oh? Did it work out?" Though, he didn't currently have her by his side, which could've answered the booze-driven question.
The ginger's head was shaken, "Needless to say, man eternally quests for happiness until he realizes it was within him all along. I was stolen from Magnonia of Earthland by Omni but I do the same thing as I did there. I fight, I help people, and perhaps most importantly, I encounter people who challenge me in a fight."
Dust and Takezo's eyes glinted at Gil's natural charisma, spreading like wind under a storm cloud, so easily, now that everyone had taken a sip or two.
"That's why," he heard his own lips drag, "Dust and I shall train and spar. For. The. Fun."
The challenge had been proclaimed. Would it be accepted sooner rather than later?
When Gildarts was called upon to speak, he sighed a heavy, burden releasing exhale. He had spoken his own story in anonymity around the other campfire, back on the ol' beach. The Prime pondered how savvy they would be to linking his story to the one on the beach. The drink was loosening his lips, the mage was relaxing, happy, his mind synchronizing with the music and the well-forged time.
Gildarts didn't want to talk about killing people, not as Takezo had, so freely. Even inebriated Gildarts had no desire to bring darkness to the light froth of buzzing conversation. It had been an open ended question, one left to tie by the mage who had been called.
"Hmm," the king of crash pondered aloud, something that well, didn't often happen. Then his face chipped with a smile, "I was always too strong for my own good. Always getting distracted by the true fineness that a woman could offer. She grounded me, at least for a little while. Then I moved onto the next, and the next. And the next after that."
Dust cleared his throat and both hoped to clear up his question, "Uh, women?"
Gil nodded, "The two somehow... Went hand in hand. Women, power, neither and yet also were my drug but none offered me control, nor clarity. Neither completely alleviated my pain, though both often caused it." The mage offered a mischievous smile and slurped another guzzle off his glass.
"It was when my quest to find out why this power was bestowed on me, of all mages, that I had sought meaning in love. There was only one woman that I ever did fall for..." Gildarts smiled and thought of Cornelia, and how just this morning he had held their daughter in his arms. Bittersweet melancholy submerged Gildarts' free mind. He was free to feel pain wholly, and tender agony was delivered with this all too raw memory.
"Oh? Did it work out?" Though, he didn't currently have her by his side, which could've answered the booze-driven question.
The ginger's head was shaken, "Needless to say, man eternally quests for happiness until he realizes it was within him all along. I was stolen from Magnonia of Earthland by Omni but I do the same thing as I did there. I fight, I help people, and perhaps most importantly, I encounter people who challenge me in a fight."
Dust and Takezo's eyes glinted at Gil's natural charisma, spreading like wind under a storm cloud, so easily, now that everyone had taken a sip or two.
"That's why," he heard his own lips drag, "Dust and I shall train and spar. For. The. Fun."
The challenge had been proclaimed. Would it be accepted sooner rather than later?
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"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus