Bite my tongue, bide my time
Alastor
12-27-2020, 12:31 AM
The smile on Alastor's face grew when Lurid planted the holiest of kisses upon his cheek, gracing him like a maiden would grace a knight before battle. His queen spoke in her musical tones, words giving voice to a problem weighing on her mind. Alastor's wide, toothy grin shrunk into a relaxed smile while the massive wolf slunk back to rest upon his haunches before his goddess. From the way she spoke, Alastor knew this would not be a conversation of brevity, and as such he would make sure he was comfortable for the discussion. "What vexes you so late at night, darling?" he asked. With the burdens she bore, it could have been a number of things troubling Lurid at this hour. Rather than hazarding a slew of guesses, he was content to just let her fill him in. He recognized that look on her face though; it was the same look she wore the day he had arrived in Boreas and told her about the state of her family. IF he were a betting wolf, he had his money on Mirovis being the cause of her concerns.
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