this is how a heart breaks

Chimera could show his darker side with little provocation, but there was a softer part of him that she saw. One that Aliana seemed to have known as well. However much she knew the more fierce bite of his teeth. Even being ripped open by her lover was not as bad as the fate she had awaiting her. Aliana went on to tell her life story, of being sold at an incredibly young age, brought up as a trained object, and living out her life as intended. Under another’s thumb.

Her fate was particularly cruel, at a young age. Far too young, she was taken to bed and laid claim over by her master who had the intention of using her for breeding. Siren thought back to the man she had traded with for her. The caramel frosted fur on her neck stood at the thought. She practiced in it, traded with them, and it still left a sickening feeling in her gut.

Aliana relieved her of all possibly guilt from the situation. She had found a much preferable life, and even freedom, here on the island with Chimera. She found a place she wished to be, because Siren had chosen her. "Well, when you explain everything like that…” Siren sighed softly, looking Aliana over once more. She looked much healthier, happier, and content than when she had been brought home. "I’m glad you’ve come into our lives.” She told her softly. Chimera was never easy to predict, but he seemed so much more mature and in control of himself since Aliana took her place beside him. Siren could be grateful to the once slave as well.

"Speech"