[i]How could they ask for such a thing? When he had already given them so much? When he had already done so much? But when was it ever enough? When was anything ever enough? Not to them! Ungrateful bastard offspring, no more no less like their [I]Daddy[/I]. Spoiled princes, rich with wicked potential to askew his kingship, he should've-[/I] The dragon's face twisted, a strange expression over taking his features as he turned away and threw a long hard stare over his shoulder before he knelt down once more to the one that refused to play. To the creature's sibling that refused to leave his side and silently communicated with him; holding back secrets. Never mind, he had his own secrets, he had his own whispers that no one else would hear. To each his own. 

  "The others? Why would you want to do that?" And the broken claw trailed slowly across the young one's cheek, so smooth, so pure, this was what [I]he[/I] wanted, the dragon could see now. He trembled violently, not out of fear, but more like his frame couldn't handle the being inside of him and honestly, it never could in the first place. Head tilted to the side, he stared down, down into those wide violet eyes, [I]more like lilacs[/I], "Didn't I just tell you?" His voice wavered, "Didn't I just say this is a secret place? Just for the two of you." The words crackled, like static, was he a robot now?

   "Didn't I just tell you that?" They shook, where was the script? 

   "And now you want to ruin it all by bringing someone else here?" What was that, reflecting in vials of purple? Was that what he looked like to them? Was he not a king in their eyes as the illusion fell apart and shattered, "You...You think you can just let them here? You think they won't destroy it for you? Huh, children," And the laughter bubbled against his lips, a breathy chuckle, a painful giggle, "You know you can't ever bring anyone else here. Do you think they will want to stay? To [I]play[/I] with you? You think that they will be happy if you are?"

  "Don't you know? They're going to take you away from here. Away from me. Do you want that?" Improv, just a little to the play. He couldn't break out of this character, he just had to play along with the bump in the play, the other characters that wouldn't play their part. His gaze softened, "Dear, don't you wanna stay here? You can, forever, forever and always here. Just here, if you don't let anyone else come here. You can play here forever, watch the flowers go, have our picnics. You can have the life you were meant to. As long as you stay here." 

  And the script was clear in intention. He understood the role he played now as he mimed the words out. It was never meant for him to play the hero, never meant for him to have an 'exception' because even that was turned against him. But at least, he had...a clause, something to stow away, "Just stay here....won't you?"
 
   Skylark wasn't sure why Father felt so different. He had learned so much about him, in his memories. He'd learnt about a place like this, a fuzzy sort of green and blue place, cutting itself in his memories like a badly pierced together film. The memory blotting out in places, leaving the beginning of a voice or the briefest glance of someone coming into view but cutting it off before anyone was really there. Father's memories had no people, ever. He wondered why, but he dare not ask as the man loomed over him and a single golden orb stared at them, it's light faded and dulled. 

  He squeezed his brother's hand gently, before he spoke up first, albeit softly, but first, "But Daddy would love this place."

[b][I]THWACK[/I][/b]

   Skylark's head snapped to the side.

  [I]"LOVE?! Do you know the meaning of that word?"[/I] Composure, stick to the play. The dragon stood, straightened himself, "None of you were made of love, do you understand? Do you think you will understand?" And he felt his stomach flip, and his head spin, "There is no such thing."