So Much Harder To Leave

As he spoke, Relm was quiet and contemplative as she usually was. That didn't come as a surprise to Alastor. Keen, perceptive black eyes watched her body language while she communicated to him in her nonverbal ways. He had learned to speak her a long time ago, and it was something he did almost subconsciously now—watching her movements, her posture, her expression and paws, gleaning what he could about the young woman's moods and feelings based on what he saw. Relm was a subtle creature in that regard, much like how he didn't give away many of his true emotions except to those who knew what to look for. Like Relm did. She spoke only a half dozen words, explaining that she knew that he loved her, and that she'd made her own commitments to Manea as well. The dire wolf breathed a heavy sigh. Yes, he knew she'd made promises as the new General. But Alastor wanted Relm to be happy in more than just her vocation. He yearned to see this wonderful woman be content and at peace with the world and with herself. He wanted her to have what he never could.

What came as a great shock to him though was when Relm actually entertained the idea of fucking Manea, as if he hadn't made the suggestion in jest. Obsidian eyes flew open wide, looking at her with a mix of surprise and confusion on his countenance. Was Relm really considering being bedded by Manea if it was something Alastor wanted? For a moment, Alastor began to question just how far Relm would be willing to go for him and his approval. The pink and ebony fae asked if he wanted this, and if it would make Manea... She didn't finish the sentence, but she didn't need to. Alastor knew where it was headed. While a heavy clap of thunder rumbled overhead and the rain poured down so heavy it drowned out the world, Alastor would shift to slide closer to Relm, his eyes never leaving her all the while. He thought about what she asked. Would it make him happy to share his bed with Manea with Relm? As a red-blooded male, he could not deny that the thought of having two women tangled up in carnal acts with him was an appealing one. But as her lover, Alastor had to question if this would be a good thing for Relm in the long run.

The ebony and ruby wolf breathed another heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping while he gave a slow shake of his head. "No, Relm. That's not something I want," he said. An uncharacteristic softness touched his abyssal eyes, and the Mendacium patriarch lifted his paws with the intent to pull Relm into his strong forelegs for a tight embrace. He wanted to surround Relm in himself, to give her comfort and security and show her that she didn't need to resort to anything extreme to be perfect to him. "Do not debase yourself for the approval of others. If you wish to share mine and Manea's bed of your own will, that is different. But don't do something that doesn't please you for the sake of others. What I want..." Alastor closed his eyes, listening to the rain outside and the steady breathing of the two wolves inside the old den. All he wanted right now was to scoop up Relm and snuggle down with her in the bedding. Sex or no sex, he just wanted to feel Relm in his arms again. "What I want is for you to be happy. Truly, wholly happy. I want you to have all the things I never could."

"Alastor"