The Flame Of Hope
Artist: Carrotwine - Song: Dark Side Of The Road
Taking a small sip of her drink - it was still Mjord after all, and despite her powerful metabolism, it was a drink brewed and designed to get people just like her drunk - Ulv dipped her legs into the water. Fish quickly came up, enticed by the aura that her Resolve Flame was putting off, and circled her feet. Hayden's impregnable barriers were not up right now, maybe due to the disbondancy, or maybe because he wanted to show Ulv how he was feeling. Did Ulv ever tell him about her empathic abilities? She took another sip while listening to Hayden. He hid a great many problems behind that chest of his. No wonder he didn't want people feeling it on the regular. Ulv looked at Hayden, took a deep breath, and then let it out. Before having her Resolve Flame, before being Ulv, Mirja had only her words to try and help people. It was why she talked so much, because her words were meant to help people, and if she used enough, anything could be healed. A deluded, broken perspective from a deluded, broken woman. But, sometimes it worked.
"I don't. You have enough troubles, Hayden. You don't need what drives me to do this on top of that" Ulv held up a hand and did parlor tricks with the amber fire that danced on her hand. "You crave understanding, believing it will solve every problem. And for the situation that concerns you, it is not a wrong mindset. Ruling a nation requires that kind of mindset. It requires order and logistic and solid understanding to make sure everything moves as it will. Thrice as much when that nation is nearly an entire continent"
Ulv took another, deeper drink of her Mjord, feeling like this could get a bit messy. Emotions always did. That time with Cyng was still on her mind, and the catastrophe with Neoveta....
"Hayden the King and Hayden the Man are two separate people. Two people you don't quite seem to understand how to change between. Everything is seen through the lenses of the King, you came here as the King. You even sit here now, as the King. But simple, civil matters like this will only be cracked and broken under such a scrutiny. A King has no friends, he has advisers and ministers. It is the Man, who has the simple life. A Man who will come to a small shack and share coffee with it's owner. Were the King to do such a thing, the beauty of simplicity would be lost. Because the King is never simple.
My eyes are kaleidoscopic, where yours are monotone. Neither is wrong, both are made by experiences, both are perfect for what the other wants to do. But the problem is people are trying to interact with the King as you would a Man, and it clashes. It grates and it grinds. Mirja found this out to her detriment. Before you go spilling your guts like you've been taking lessons from Henrex, you have to do so as a Man. The King does not show such weakness, which I feel is another problem. You've never had a moment when you were just Desmond. You have always been King Desmond Erasmus d'al Valerius Cunaris ae Hayden.
Much like your Zanpaktou is a separate being, yet still you, the King and the Man are the same person, yet different people. The King interacts with subjects, but the Man talks with friends. And until you can be Desmond the Man, I will continue to grate on you with my actions, words, and presence. Until we can talk Desmond the Man, to Ulv the sexy muscular goddess, no words will soothe the turmoil in your heart"