Tripping over Tombstones

Sirius · 07-22-2021, 04:15 PM

He was watching his Wife, and he noticed the moment she flinched. Watched it roll over her in a way that set his teeth on edge. It was the most foolish thing but he wanted to snap at her until she stopped shying so easily. He wasn’t so far gone as to realise he would only worsen the problem.

She bolted into the room, and he lowered himself so she could reach the spot more easily. “Zee.” he said. The word a command also, but a softer one. “We need to talk. We need to talk about what happened to you. Why were you brought here? Did they ever say? What did they do to you.” She was so skittish, so fragile. He didn’t have the sanity, the deposition for kids gloves. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t treat her like glass, and he feared she would shatter under his handling. He didn’t want this frightened creature. He wanted his Zee back. With her snappish remarks and eyeroll for his drama. Where was the wolf that had hunted tigers to get pillows back for the Empress? The wolf that had laughed at him when he had fallen into the pond. The wolf that had stood her ground when he wanted children until he proved his worthiness. The wolf that had stood at his side in the Armada, a leader, not a slave.

He was selfish, so selfish, to need and want her strength despite what she had been through. But he needed that wolf so badly, to help guide him through this. The worst part was, if this had been any other of their wolves, he would have turned to Zee in support of how to handle them. He was the murderer, she was the guide.

"Zee" & "Sirius"

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