prosecute me

*Lucretia* · 07-31-2019, 04:23 PM

He was being more difficult than she had expected. Just like a male to want to keep his shortcomings under lock and key. Without examining them under a harsh light, how was he to ever overcome and improve himself? Pigheaded. Typical. Lucretia avoided his gaze to try and hide her distaste. She allowed him to throw his fit without word, but like a good former slave, he hesitated to leave her presence.

Interesting. He was forecasting his weakness without even realizing it. He seemed to reach the end of his temper, insisting that coming to her was a mistake. "Fine," she said simply, rolling her shoulders in a lazy shrug. "Then let your pain grow, and fester, and rot. Let it eat away at you until you destroy everyone you love, have ever loved, or will come to love." Her words were cool but cutting. Luce firmly believed that unless he scoured the pain from his insides, these night terrors would strike again. Perhaps more gruesomely. "The pack will soon be rife with puppies. Very small, defenseless puppies." Lucretia let that particular sentence fall without emotion. Sirius would come to understand what she meant. If he did not submit himself to some kind of treatment with her, he would be barred from any visits with the young in Ashen - which would extend to their mothers and caretakers. Deathbelle and Zee would see him only in passing, as much as she could enforce it.

"Come with me to my den and let's talk. We need to come to some kind of compromise - you understand, yes?" She said, forcing an easygoing tone. He needed to trust her. How could they reach some common ground? Visions of her own night terrors lurked at the corners of her mind, waiting for darkness to fall. Luce had preached so openly about scouring your inner self clean of its contaminants... but she had her own brand of poison. They all did.

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