saving myself from the ruin

So there it was. It was a simple statement and though Deteste had understood what Laxago meant the initial moment she began explaining herself he had buried himself in an impossible denial. The blatancy of Laxago's words prevented him from immersing himself any further in the disbelief. He swallowed. His spit thick and tugging roughly at the inside of his throat as the muscles contracted. They stood in silence. Deteste did not understand why Medusa would request such a thing, nor did he understand how Laxago had allowed even the idea of Medusa's request to exist. He had thought that Medusa respected him and the sacrifice he had made for Jupiter's sake. She controlled her flirtatiousness in his presence and they ruled peacefully together and he'd never seen the slightest expression of desire from her. In the same way Deteste did not judge her lifestyle and respected the level at which she completed her responsibilities.


Deteste understood that many saw him as a virtuous character and in this moment it was his virtue that had ensnared him into such a deep trap. He had, perhaps, become forbidden fruit to the Madame who otherwise had anything, or anyone that she wanted. And it was his sense of virtue that would force him to abide by the agreement that had been made without him. He would, even under such circumstances, not cross Laxago's word. Nor was it a good idea to take from Medusa that which she thought she had. He could not risk putting Laxago in a vunerable position. Both in rank and in wellness.


His body relaxed without meaning it, sinking shakily towards the ground until Deteste lay fully upon it. The damp ground smearing onto his black pelt with the careless action. okay. he finally croaked. His voice perceived as distant and alien by his muddled consciousness. With all his heart he did not want to do this task and it was not with any content that he submitted to the agreement and he hoped that Laxago would understand his intentions, and more importantly his unconditional love and forgiveness for when he could not express it in words. His crown fell towards her, cheek and muzzle resting against the soft pillow of ivory fur on her chest where he could muffle the childish whines and sobs that would spill from his lips. His body shook and as did the red woods. For his cries were fierce and echoed in the short distance.

"speech"