Like kissing the head of a kid, Kayden?
Calls a choice voice as the lightning suffers a split, lets off a little bit as the factory suffers a shift.
Things were beginning to move like tectonic plates and it was enough to make a Sith a tad irate.
If this keeps up I might just have to stop playing nice.
Can we have cheesecake instead of rice?
KAYDEN MY EYES.
Sometimes Kay hates the voices.
Sometimes he loves them.
Like he both loves and hates this boy.
Hate was a fool’s game.
Rage had its place.
Fear tasted too plain.
But then there was pain.
Pain.
That was true feeling.
Passion.
That was true emotion!
And what better way for a Sith to feel than to feed off the feelings of others?
Swallow his screams, Skyler!
Passion!
Alll that passion!
“I can feel you, boy!”
Lightning cackled.
“At the peak of PAIN!”
Kayden cheered as milliseconds stretched into minutes, minutes became days, days gave birth to millennia, and time no longer had meaning because time meant nothing when you were having fun!
With pain came rage, the hate of being hurt.
This boy was getting angry, getting pissed, might be pissing his pants any minute.
That’s when Kayden realized he had made a mistake as his cheek began to spurt.
He turned to the right, turned to see, and he saw...
Rage—
@Sicadorito
Calls a choice voice as the lightning suffers a split, lets off a little bit as the factory suffers a shift.
Things were beginning to move like tectonic plates and it was enough to make a Sith a tad irate.
If this keeps up I might just have to stop playing nice.
Can we have cheesecake instead of rice?
KAYDEN MY EYES.
Sometimes Kay hates the voices.
Sometimes he loves them.
Like he both loves and hates this boy.
Hate was a fool’s game.
Rage had its place.
Fear tasted too plain.
But then there was pain.
Pain.
That was true feeling.
Passion.
That was true emotion!
And what better way for a Sith to feel than to feed off the feelings of others?
Swallow his screams, Skyler!
Passion!
Alll that passion!
“I can feel you, boy!”
Lightning cackled.
“At the peak of PAIN!”
Kayden cheered as milliseconds stretched into minutes, minutes became days, days gave birth to millennia, and time no longer had meaning because time meant nothing when you were having fun!
With pain came rage, the hate of being hurt.
This boy was getting angry, getting pissed, might be pissing his pants any minute.
That’s when Kayden realized he had made a mistake as his cheek began to spurt.
He turned to the right, turned to see, and he saw...
Rage—
@Sicadorito