the distance from me to where you'd be

It was obvious that he was exhausted and that something was bothering him, but at the moment, she didn't care. He had been the one to ask her to come here. Asla wasn't even entirely mad at Indigo. She was mad at everything. She was pissed that she had taken so much responsibility onto her own shoulders while her brothers, Indigo included, went off to gallivant and frolic around the world. She had taken care of the Armada while her father had lost his shit. She had worked with Sirius when his night terrors returned. She ran the pack and made sure that everyone was safe and fed while her father and brother's were gone. They all left... but she had stayed.

Back and forth Aslatiel paced, the white blaze at the back of her neck bristling as a growl pulled from her. She couldn't even voice her anger yet. It was still too fresh, too hot. And if she wasn't mad before...

Indigo's words met tall grey ears and Aslatiel's vision began to get spotty. He was going to be a father? "What a fucking JOKE," she growled. It didn't matter that she'd produced her own children. She'd done so to take care of her duty as a member of the Fatalis family within the Armada. This... Ugh. Indigo didn't need to have children. If he had them, it was because he wanted them. That... was something that the cream and grey fury couldn't forgive.

It was clear by the expression on his face that he wasn't thrilled about being a father either. Had the purple whore tricked him? If so, it was only a little. He was the one that had filled her up enough to make those puppies. She couldn't rightly be upset with him over that either, but dammit, she was. "Do you want me to kill her? I'll rip her womb out of her body right fucking now." It was no jest. Aslatiel Fatalis meant every. Single. Word. And Indigo should know it.

"Aslatiel Fatalis"