Post by Damien Bael on Nov 6, 2012 13:55:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=valign, top][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;]Its been so long since he's last seen them so young. Standing in the library he gazed up at the family portrait, it use to be in the main hall but...Lukas had it moved to the Library, the painting that hung in the main hall now was a more recent family Portrait with all of them older. Gazing up he looked at the stern King, and solemn but radiant Queen, the eldest of the children looking off to the side, a bored look on his features, the twins smiling, the youngest prince keeping his gaze up to his foster mother, the youngest princess grasping the folds of her mother's dress as she peaked out shyly. He remembered this portrait being taken, the frustration of the King and the impatient child for having to stand in place for so long as the painter continued. Damien couldn't be in the painting as he was not royal family, but he was in the room, watching them sometimes snickering. Looking back, everything was much happier with them just starting out. The oldest painting was of Lukas and Melisande with a new born Archie in her arms, radiating joy. Both of them looked so happy...then dark times came. Lukas became dark, spending much time away, pushing his wife away. Damien was so torn, Lukas was his friend back then, he wasn't sure who the one in front of his was anymore. Maybe all of this drama could've been avoided, and he would've found some nice tavern girl to fall in love with then the Queen and everything would be better. But even if that was true, his children with her would've never been born, and he does love them greatly. His eyes softened as he stared up at the picture, looking at the mother and their children. They weren't children any longer but...barely being a father to them makes him want to keep thinking of them as one. Looking to the Princess, the small Arielle he couldn't help but clench his fists in anger. This portrait was soon after her accident, so an white eye patch was on her face, and would forever be there as she would never be able to see out of it again. Damien was sure, without a doubt, that it was her Guardian's fault, she was injured with him no where to be seen. If Damien had his way with it, he would've killed him for failure to protect one of the royal family. But he will admit that something good did come out of her accident... ----------------------------------- At thirty seven, Damien was not one that felt his age nor did he look it. As he is a guardian its very unlikely that he will ever look his apparent age. Walking through the castle hallways he will admit...he was bored. With Lukas off doing...whatever it is that he is doing, really Damien has lost count on how many times he was doing something that he claimed didn't need his guardian by his side. It was a little disheartening to know that he wasn't needed any longer. Passing a small court yard he stopped as his attention was diverted to a small figure in the yard her short dark hair making the eye patch stand out and beside her...a freaking weapon!? Damien looked around for the young princess' guardian and was boiling when he noticed that he wasn't there to TAKE CARE OF HIS CHARGE. It didn't matter that it was his daughter, a Guardian's task when assigned to him or her was to be carried out with the utmost of duties. To ABANDON them when they clearly did not dismiss you was an insult to them and to other Guardians. Oh how Damien wanted to kick that impatient little ass... Sighing, he walked out, over towards her. If her guardian will not protect her, then she will protect herself, far more then his abilities that it will just make the sting burn. Standing over her he grinned as happy as he could despite his brewing rage, “Hello little Princess.” He greeted.[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-top: 09px;]❝ tagged: Arielle ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 05px; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px;]❝ 675 words ❞[/style][STYLE= margin-top: 05px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v489/Tsagu/Icons/Damien/koujaku3.png);][/style][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-top: -43px; margin-left: -09px;]◤[/style] |
