I Mean It

*Elias* · 03-24-2018, 08:52 PM

He remembered when he'd met with Odette, how she had been so angry with him. She had been so angry, spit flew from her mouth as she yelled at him and demanded he stay away from their children. He understood, and he respected her wishes and left. While he did not expect the same aggression to arise out of the woman before him, with her seemingly sweet disposition, he did not expect all such a quick apology. Perhaps some fear, uncertainty, or maybe even questions as to how he could do it, why he would do it- but she... she immediately reassured him, immediately accepted his apology and embraced his offer to get to know her.

It was enough to make the criminal melt, his heartstrings plucking a tune that left him in an audible whimper as his tension seemed to evade his body in an instant. How was she so understanding? He did not deserve such acceptance, and she had every right to turn him away- he expected to be faced with rejection, nearly immediately... but he had to try. And now? His efforts were not in vain at all, she not only knew of his remorse... but she was willing to talk to him, and that filled him with immense gratitude.

He was so lucky, and he knew it, that he had encountered two women on those nights that were willing to give him a shot at forgiveness. Two out of three were at least willing to talk to him, Zuriel even willing to help him, and yet none of them owed him this at all. In fact, he would not put it past anyone to slay him for his actions- they were ultimately heinous. If he could take it all back, he would. Though, here they were...

He had met Odette's children, and he knew of Zuriel's but he always wondered about Storm's. Storm Wreckage. He repeated it back to himself in his head, admiring her once again as he committed her beauty to memory and filed away her name in his own heart. His brother had told him briefly that there were more, but he suspected they were not of Zuriel nor Odette. They had to be from Storm, and she confirmed it with her words. His ears perked, and he was ever so curious...

"..thank you. I..." He couldn't even complete his words, but the depth of them and the way they choked up in his throat might have attained to what he was trying to express. He couldn't finish his sentence, unfortunately, not if he wanted to remain strong.

He felt dizzy once again, overwhelmed by the feeling of all this finally happening and becoming a reality. He shifted slowly, clearing his throat so that she could hear him while he lowered his weight to the ground and sprawled out across the grass. He lay on his stomach, thick forelimbs outstretched before him while he rested his heavy neck upon them, looking up at her with interest as he listened. "I am willing to tell you as much as you would like to hear, and if you have any questions - I will answer them honestly. My brother told me of a boy with my blood that ran a pack with his brother. Were they ours?"

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I Mean It

Elias