After all this time

The Warlord gave a gruff grunt as Banshee moved closer, leaning against him and offering a nuzzle. He wrapped a paw about her. It was good to have her back. She was just lucky the Warlord had learned a thing or two about holding people too tight since he had seen her last. In the past, he would have snapped her up and taken her back to the Armada. A part of him wanted to. He was desperate to keep those he cared about near. But he could see her logic, and understood that she would prosper in Ashen. It helped too, to know that taking her would put him at odds with Venom, who was beloved to him.

“Good.” He said simply, letting her go when she pulled away. “You’ll always have a home with me, Banshee. You and your daughter both” he promised. And if her past came chasing after her, she would know now that she would find sanctuary with him.

He grimaced at her next words. He didn’t want to tell it again, he relieved it with every telling. “My children lost their mother.” He said, turning his head from her. Not saying her name, for the pain that speaking it caused.


"Sirius"