Bramblepoint königinklinge

mahler was an analytical sort, and gleaned many impartialities from hydra's impassioned words. firstly, the woman andraste seemed of some particular account, though he was not sure in which way. secondly, he found intrigue in the way that hydra had brought the dove to his attention.
thirdly, in the talk of these roving child-killers, mahler saw the queen's canny invitation to her side once more. this was not the first time hydra had so beckoned; titillated, the gargoyle gave a nod.
"i vill be upon alert," the general assured, though with some bitter amusement, mahler wondered what hydra would make of his own ambitions.
stigmata had sought to make of the entire sunspire a vassal state to diaspora. mahler sought to create his own ranks of fierce proud children who might make this a reality.
both eternally masculine.
both eternally selfish.
perhaps it was growing within mahler that he did not care if he was accused of such. he knew himself and his mind; he knew that despite his requirements he lead diaspora, he would love every child sprung from him.
and perhaps hydra did not care if she was castigated for selfishness. the regent, like himself, was generous wherein merited, and cold otherwise.
then, that, the root of the attraction he found for her. mahler was not afraid of hydra in a mortal way, more acceptant of her ability to deal damage in singular and terrible ways.
and so he trod close to the firm boundaries of the relationship they had created calmly between them: "i have considered your offer to become allied, hydra," mahler murmured gravely.