"I'll have you whenever I want!"
He didn't want to process that thought. He didn't need to. He did know what the Nymph could do and was lying wait for her. He didn't want to think the odds thoughts. He didn't know if he would be able to steer of them. He wasn't so bridled of course. He had always been loose and hadn't learnt to deal with the loose end. He did wish that he would be able to tame the rage and have his way around the whole thing. He really did wish. That was the only thing he could do. He couldn't had done better. Wish was the best pull. He wasn't waiting for the Nymph. He wanted to see what she would do. He probably was nursing the wrong thoughts. He had seen quite the numbers of things and shouldn't be surprised if something odd did take a new form. He didn't know what to be surprised about anymore. He would only wait. He wouldn't have to wait forever of course. He had never waited forever ever. It did have a sp
"Stand up from me now." He wanted to say more than that. He was raged and he could feel his eyes bulging. He could feel his rage swelling. He could feel his heart's palpitations draped in crazed velocity. He didn't want to ignore all the attributes. He was more than sure that he was going to split. He was very sure that he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. He did know what he did want and that was what he would go for. He would never make a puppet of himself. He would never be what he wouldn't be able to control. He wouldn't ever be what would be outta his own grasp. He would maintain the odds and rages he was already familiar with. Those were the only things which did seem as the best hoe for him. He did know that he wouldn't be able to put up with several other things ever. He did know that he wouldn't be able to understand several other things ever. He was more than sure about that. He was taking his time and was
"So she shall pay for not having me as her lord." That was all the crazy lad had said. Then the Cod did know what the wrong thing was. He could then figure out where the whole thing had gone wrong from. He had wanted to examine it in the first place but there was no way to go about it then. But there was an obvious way and clear path at that moment. That path was so straight that he couldn't even ignore. He did wish that he would be able to ignore it. He did wish that he would be able to pretend that he wasn't having the right feeling. He did want to be sure so many a things. He wanted to be sure of what he couldn't put up it. He wasn't forcing anything on himself. He couldn't afford to do that. That was never in his DNA. He didn't care what the fellow was thinking. All that did matter to him was what he was thinking. He was more than crazed about his own stance. He would do all twould take him to have his path grazed. All th
"Stand by me and I by you." A part of him was glad and the other was numb. He didn't know what feeling that was. It did seem as though he was some specimen and had been made to be dueled over by some two arms. He wasn't so sure about it. He wanted to be. He wanted to make meaning of it. That was all that did seem best. Other things didn't seem to be what it was. Twas more than great. He could feel it. He couldn't be sure if he was actually telling himself a lie or was putting up with the truth. He wasn't even so sure what the truth was. He did wish that he would be able to figure out. He did wish for that the millions of things. He had no idea which one would have the best part of him. He did have no idea which would be the best pull of the whole fate. He was trying to sieve. That was also one of the towering feelings he could never toss aside. He did know that no matter he did want to go things wouldn't be what they were. H
"What the hell!" That was all that he could put up with. Those were the only words he could hewn and have his way around. He did want to understand what twas. He wasn't so sure what twas. He did want to be. He shouldn't be feeling surprised because of quite the numbers of things. He should be more than acquainted with the whole deals. He should be able to identify with the whole rage. He did know how things did work. He did know how things would be, had been and would continue to have their ways. He was more than sure about the odd. Time was swift and fate did have a plague to lend. Twas more than what twas. He did know what twas and would make the whole thing worth it. He would make the whole deal worth it. He was more than sure about it. He would put up with it. He would make up his mind and be able to address the whole odds. He wasn't even sure of what to think precisely. He did wish that he would be able to figure out. H
"Listen to me carefully." She was seating opposite him. The Nymph was all ready to have her ways with words and he was just there to listen. That was the best he could possibly think of. Away from her from the left was Ja Lia who was still confused at that moment. He didn't seem to had grasped what had really happened back then. The Cod knew that he wasn't going to explain anything to anyone. He didn't owe anyone a silhouette of explanation. He wouldn't even buy it. He looked away from him and looked directly at the Nymph again. He was hoping that she wouldn't put on that odd cloak she was known with. They had left the lad on the spot in that hidden room. They had walked down to the castle of the Monarch and they were seating in strays. None of them was probably daring enough to seat on that throne. None but himself.
"Like what the fuck!" He occasionally would halt to have a swig of the denotations of what he had heard and had set him off. He had been walking for quite the whiles and had no idea where he was going to. He just kept walking. The biddings of the hay had been transported by the clouds and the winds swept the dust about in gay. There was no tree around that could affirm the rudeness of the wind and the carelessness of their thoughtless glee on other natural elements. There seemed not to be a pause in the tidings of fate and that was not enough for him. His sandals were heavy and his heart was weighing. He had no idea which of the two was weightier. He could had said his sandals, but the heart kept slackening his pace. His brain was taunting him. He was more like a specimen. He had no idea which mother would ever
"I hope I'll be really sane." He looked at the back at intervals to ascertain if the lady was still tailing him. He couldn't be too sure. He couldn't track her. He couldn't see her. Maybe she was done tracking the trail. Maybe she was already scared of him. He kept his limbs vexing his instinct. He was really in rage of time. He wanted to get all done quickly and forget that everything was happening to him. He wished that all was but a dream. He simply couldn't handle it anymore. He couldn't. The eyes of the azure was growing sharper, perhaps sharpened by the blade of the callous clouds. He could feel the heat of the wiles in the depth of his stomach and wanted to catch his breath. He was afraid that he might lose it. He had no time for that. "I can't touch a thing?"
"You shouldn't have done that you know?" She reached for the bowl on the table. He was jumpy but would not show it. It was better to feign than to give himself away so easily. He knew what he was capable of doing. She took a swig of the soup in the bowl. Twas kinda sapid. Though there was too much seasoning. That's what you get when you leave an amateur to prepare your meal. She dropped the bowl again and looked at him. He didn't know how to convince her. There seemed to be no point in wanting to do that. He should try. "Twas partly because of you, you know." She chuckled. She hadn't thought that being with a human would make her that happy. She hadn't been that happy in a long while. After she had been kicked outta the depth of the sea by the rude Poseidon. He had be