when can i see you again

A slight shudder ran through Io's body as the woman beside her touched and teased. She quite liked attention when she was feeling under the weather. The embrace was more than welcome and Iolaire basked in their shared warmth. Sometimes when she couldn't sleep, even she felt cold. The combination of the fire, the furs and her lovers warm body was lulling Iolaire into a very docile state.

Belle seemed a little reluctant to accept her assurance that everything would be alright and Io grinned a bit. "I am sure. Watch and see." She wasn't sure exactly why she was sure, but dammit, she was very sure. Things would be okay for all of them. Steps needed to be taken to secure their future, but the small steps leading up to the large steps were already in motion. Io was confident in her assessment that everything would be okay. The larger fae confessed that she needed certainty and the minuscule wolf chuckled. "Let me be your certainty."

As Belle kissed her, Iolaire returned the favor, her embrace tightening around the woman for just a squeeze. When the kiss ended, her own tale was asked after. Iolaire wrinkled her nose in mock distaste. Or was it? "You really want to hear all of that?" She knew Belle did or she wouldn't have asked. And so, Iolaire settled in for her tale. Not even Sirius had heard all of the sordid details.

"My mother was a traveling warrior. A giant. Strong. Unmatched in battle. My father was a king." A slightly wistful tone entered the woman's voice. Her eyes glazed over as she lost herself in memory. "There was something wrong with my father. He claimed to have a demon living inside him that could take control when he became too weak. During one of these... lapses in self..." She fought for a good way to describe her father's insanity, "He attacked my mother. In his bloodlust, he somehow managed to beat her. As she lay bloody and dying, he raped her." The woman gave a sardonic smile. "The beginning of my siblings and myself. Three hulking brothers and one fluke of a little sister."

Iolaire gently extracted herself from Belle's embrace and moved to a seated position beside her. Their bodies still touched, she simply didn't want comfort during the next part. "My mother lived, obviously, but she was never the same. He'd injured her vocal chords. She told me that she used to have a lovely singing voice." Io was never sure if that part was true or a joke. Resin didn't seem the type to sing. "She tried to raise us the best that she could. Children had never been a desire of hers. At six months old, she disappeared and my three brothers and I dispersed. I don't know why we didn't stay together, but it was for the best."

Rising from her place, Iolaire padded over to the little stream and took a drink, wetting her tongue. She would continue with her tale, she just needed a little break. This part may have seemed unnecessary, but it was a crucial part in understanding why Iolaire was the way that she was.