[ A god that chooses to hide himself away, shunning worshippers, preferring not to show his true form until it becomes necessary; a vessel who rarely speaks of his own status.
He is strong already, the Nightmare King; he could be so much stronger. Burning brightly, as terrible and powerful as his estranged sister was.
He does not understand why a god sees fit to lock himself away, why that power is masked and muzzled. (Though, in some ways, pushing away what little emotions he has - seeing them as a painful inconvenience - is the first step to beginning to comprehend it.
The heart has such power, after all. More than he could ever imagine, as he is right now.)
Another quiet, irritable clicking sound. He shakes his head at that statement, more like he is trying to rid himself of something bothering him than true disagreement.
It's not something he can disagree with, in any case; he has no control over what others say.
(Well, he does, but not with Grimm. Grimm will talk about things whether the Pale King wants it or not, and trying to dodge or ignore the topic only seems to encourage him.
Irritating.
But a small part of him - that flawed part he has long ignored - is oddly pleased, in its own way. Something for him to clash against, to learn from, to strive to understand and fail and gain more understanding still.)
Were this any other time, this conversation would have already ended; the Pale King would have dismissed Grimm or otherwise indicated he no longer desired his presence.
But he tolerates being touched, and he tolerates him being there, and perhaps 'tolerates' is too distant of a word for what this is. Perhaps, without noticing, it never really was the right word. ]
You pick strange things to cherish, then.
I do not understand why you are so fascinated with such imperfections.
[ Is he trying to force a change of topic, or is he referring to himself? For all that bugs speak highly of the Pale King, he rarely has anything to say about himself as an individual; only what actions he will take. Perhaps it's more telling than he wants it to be that he only speaks of himself when things are irritating, when he sees them as flaws and errors to be erased. ]
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He is strong already, the Nightmare King; he could be so much stronger. Burning brightly, as terrible and powerful as his estranged sister was.
He does not understand why a god sees fit to lock himself away, why that power is masked and muzzled. (Though, in some ways, pushing away what little emotions he has - seeing them as a painful inconvenience - is the first step to beginning to comprehend it.
The heart has such power, after all. More than he could ever imagine, as he is right now.)
Another quiet, irritable clicking sound. He shakes his head at that statement, more like he is trying to rid himself of something bothering him than true disagreement.
It's not something he can disagree with, in any case; he has no control over what others say.
(Well, he does, but not with Grimm. Grimm will talk about things whether the Pale King wants it or not, and trying to dodge or ignore the topic only seems to encourage him.
Irritating.
But a small part of him - that flawed part he has long ignored - is oddly pleased, in its own way. Something for him to clash against, to learn from, to strive to understand and fail and gain more understanding still.)
Were this any other time, this conversation would have already ended; the Pale King would have dismissed Grimm or otherwise indicated he no longer desired his presence.
But he tolerates being touched, and he tolerates him being there, and perhaps 'tolerates' is too distant of a word for what this is. Perhaps, without noticing, it never really was the right word. ]
You pick strange things to cherish, then.
I do not understand why you are so fascinated with such imperfections.
[ Is he trying to force a change of topic, or is he referring to himself? For all that bugs speak highly of the Pale King, he rarely has anything to say about himself as an individual; only what actions he will take. Perhaps it's more telling than he wants it to be that he only speaks of himself when things are irritating, when he sees them as flaws and errors to be erased. ]