Kelvin strode through the same chamber, one he had danced in once before over an age ago. He had altered his [url=http://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g2-M00-F5-C0-rBVaG1V_fu2AaRsBAAYwJbFebvw576.jpg/2015-men-standard-ballroom-dance-dress-coat.jpg]allusion[/url] slightly, to suit the occasion. This would have been more awkward, as the arrows and protruding pieces of armor would get in the way of someone touching him in some areas, but fortunately, few here could actually [i]touch[/i] him. He had run into them only rarely over the many years- most of them soldiers of some sort.

Of course, Kelvin wasn’t here to dance. This meeting was supremely important for both sides- and it was only natural that the most oldest of either come to show their good will… or lack thereof. Unfortunately, the few he knew here he rather avoid, excepting one. Uriel sat to the side, obviously uncomfortable. That one was of the few that were an exception within his dislike of all things immortal. The demon was a man he had once strived to be, when alive. It had taken death to teach him the difference though. Kelvin slowly made his way across the room, trying to be careful not to walk [i]through[/i] anyone.

[color=8493ca] “Agreed.” [/color]  He leaned against the wall just behind the demon, observing the crowd. [color=8493ca] “Though, I doubt many of those dancing are old enough to even know what this war used to be about.” [/color]  Kelvin sighed. [color=8493ca] “Sometimes I doubt it matters anymore.” [/color]  A familiar face flashed by in the crowd. [i]Naya.[/i] Kelvin subconsciously touched his stomach, where one of his arrows was missing. [color=8493ca] “Maybe it is better that way though. Our children shouldn’t have to suffer for their parent’s sins.”[/color] His finger idly tapped the arrow that was in his leg, thinking on the events of yesterday.
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“[color=lightblue]...Does that hurt?[/color]" Kelvin looked down at the arrow with some surprise. It wasn’t a question anyone had ever asked before. [color=8493ca]“Yes- but no.”[/color] He looked past Naya, thoughtfully. [color=8493ca]“I gained them attempting to save myself from a greater pain,”[/color] he focused his gaze on her. [color=8493ca]“In comparison, I think the trade would have been worth it… if I had succeeded.”[/color]  “[color=lightblue]Would you like me to try and pull them out?[/color]" Kelvin tilted his head and wrapped one gauntlet around the shaft of the arrow, and in a jerk ripped it from the scaled plate, holding it up to his gaze for a moment of inspection. Pain radiated out from where he had pulled it, as if he was still flesh and blood, he had already suffered the feeling of his lifeforce leaving his body once though, and this was nothing compared to the last centuries of wandering. As for the arrow itself…

It was nothing new. Silver tipped with a narrow head for piercing. An arrow made for hunting those of the dark. An arrow made by the light kingdom, of all things. Kelvin handed it to Naya. [color=8493ca]“It will go back to where it belongs eventually.”[/color] He reached out and gently touched a piece of her hair. [color=8493ca]“It is part of who I am. Not just an injury… but a symbol.”[/color] He raised his right hand as if weighing something. [color=8493ca]“Betrayal.”[/color] Then he raised his left. [color=8493ca]“Love.”[/color] Kelvins hands shook for a moment before he quickly dropped them, taking a moment to force some memories from his mind. His voice came again, calm and apathetic. [color=8493ca]“You may keep the arrow for now, but it will come back to me eventually.”[/color]
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Kelvin’s facial expression darkened slightly at the torrent of memories pouring through his mind. Today may have been steps towards ending the war, but that by itself brought back some of the pain that had started it- and had made it so bloody at the start.

[@Polaris North][@Narcotic Dollie]