Pushing buttons did tend to bring anger out of the Brat Prince, he did so hate not getting his way and that was what this felt like. He was not getting what he wanted thus lashing out. He walked from Nicolas, to bolt the door, he could hear people walking down the hall which meant sooner or later one of his humans would knock. They did not need to see Nicolas.
Looking back to him, he crossed his arms. "I do not plan to write anymore, Nicki... My dear Nicki, it is true, you frighten me with that darkness of yours." He looked at him with those fierce blue eyes. "Even now I mourn the loss of what was, The man before me, the man who went into the Pyre... Neither are my beloved Nicki. You are a ghost. A shadow of a beautiful soul."
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Date: 2015-09-16 11:55 pm (UTC)Looking back to him, he crossed his arms. "I do not plan to write anymore, Nicki... My dear Nicki, it is true, you frighten me with that darkness of yours." He looked at him with those fierce blue eyes. "Even now I mourn the loss of what was, The man before me, the man who went into the Pyre... Neither are my beloved Nicki. You are a ghost. A shadow of a beautiful soul."