Fate Draws Us Together

Her explanation of the trip she would be taking did explain why she wouldn’t be spending the day with him, but it didn’t tell him why she was making such a trek. That bit of information revealed itself after he had asked about her mysterious father and brought up the fact that it didn’t seem like he would be meeting him. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting when he probed a bit, but Ikigai surprised him as she told him that her father was no longer part of Ashen. His smile faded a bit and his brows pulled together with a bit of disgruntled confusion. Of course, it wasn’t unheard of among his family to have one lover that they kept purely for procreation purposes simply to keep strong genes in the pool, but even then they still usually lived at least close together so that didn’t seem to be that kind of situation.

She revealed the betrayal of her father and his frown deepened, a long buried chord of emotion being plucked in his core at the mention of the abandonment that the still nameless brute committed. He didn’t think about his parents often and hadn’t for a few years now, but Ikigai’s situation reminded him of them. The Ashen Princess continued to impress and surprise as she wished rot upon her father, bringing a hint of a grin back to his muzzle. Well, perhaps there was a bit of something hidden under all of the prim and proper layers of this fae after all. It was a small glimmer, but Deimos enjoyed what he saw. “Well… As you said, things will work out as they should. Such a spineless man deserves nothing but the most painful rot indeed.”

His gaze followed her as she moved about the shadowed stone den and easily got the fire going for them, warming and lighting up the space with a flickering, crackling fire. He was careful to make sure his gaze had returned to her face once she was turning back to face him, but he certainly admired the rest of her while she was turned away toward the fire. In his mind she was already his and it lit a fire of anger and resentment toward a man he would likely never meet. Too similar to the betrayal of his mother, a hurt to this woman that he hoped to claim as his own… It made his emotions a bit more raw than he had felt in quite some time and when she confirmed his suspicions that the trip to Auster was in fact to face her cowardly father his expression wore more seriousness than it had since they first crossed paths. He considered her for a moment before he reached out with one of his large, ursine paws and took hold of one of her more delicate appendages, feeling her dexterous toes against his paw pads as his aqua gaze found her pale, intriguing gaze. “Let me accompany you,” he insisted. “It sounds like it will be a long trip and while I do not doubt the abilities of your companions, it would give me peace of mind to ensure that everything goes in your favor.”

"Deimos Mendacium"