Hideaway Strath lust

My father,

Kyn’s ears perk up. He hasn’t heard much of Ramesses past and he finds himself listening much too eagerly. Short auds flicking in his direction, Kyn watches him with captivated interest as he speaks of his own past.

“The Talons of Horus.” He parrots back. “Sounds deadly.” He says with a smirk, but he’s not making fun, he’s serious. He likes the ring to it. “They were powerful I bet.” He guesses. Ramesses seems too privileged to not have an army that could really do damage. 

Only, Ramesses wonders more of the Saints quickly after. Kynareth sighs in disappointment, but there is a maddened gleam in those golden orbs of his. “No, but hopefully we will have victory soon.” He ends with promise swirling in the coingold depths of his eyes.