Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
The beast frowned, brows up turning in worried gaze. In truth, it was upsetting to see Kold this worked up, regardless of whether or not her father truly deserved it. However, it was far more upsetting to think of the gut-wrenching feeling that he had only brought upon himself. The thought of his own family. The thought of his mother's lifeless eyes, the memory of the walls slowly crumbling around him and the terror he saw in his father's face. The thought of the cold water that swirled around him. The thought of his son's crying. It was sickening, and yet there was some sick comfort in the familiarity of it all.
"You may not, no," Olalla began, clearing his throat. "Your father did that all on his own, when he left you and Icarus. So while you may not believe what you did was right, it stopped him from making the same mistake twice. The mistake of leaving his child at the doorstep of Hell."
The beast turned his face away, away from the prying, teary eyes of Kold; the grip the Kold had on him. Had he said too much? Had he upset her? Had he laid it on too thick? "I did." Olalla turned his head back toward her, but his gaze remained on the ground. "I was young, too young, when I met Akilina. It was childish love. She was in love with me but wouldn't dare admit it, and I was in love with the chase." His brows furrowed softly before sighing, knowing there was no backing out now. "When Timur was born, I knew the chase was over. Neither of us we're ready for the responsibility that having a child brought." He inhaled sharply, attempting to speak but was caught by the jagged feeling in his throat; clamping his jaws shut.
"You may not, no," Olalla began, clearing his throat. "Your father did that all on his own, when he left you and Icarus. So while you may not believe what you did was right, it stopped him from making the same mistake twice. The mistake of leaving his child at the doorstep of Hell."
The beast turned his face away, away from the prying, teary eyes of Kold; the grip the Kold had on him. Had he said too much? Had he upset her? Had he laid it on too thick? "I did." Olalla turned his head back toward her, but his gaze remained on the ground. "I was young, too young, when I met Akilina. It was childish love. She was in love with me but wouldn't dare admit it, and I was in love with the chase." His brows furrowed softly before sighing, knowing there was no backing out now. "When Timur was born, I knew the chase was over. Neither of us we're ready for the responsibility that having a child brought." He inhaled sharply, attempting to speak but was caught by the jagged feeling in his throat; clamping his jaws shut.
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I demand only this...that you join with me in building a new Rome, a Rome that offers justice, peace and land to all its citizens, not just the privileged few. Support me in this task, and old divisions will be forgotten. Oppose me, and Rome will not forgive you a second time!
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