Childish Fears

Duchess didn’t realize where they were, not that he actually expected that from her. He grumbled softly after he explained, and very nearly shut down all conversation at her ignorance. However, Duchess was soft and vulnerable, enough so that he didn’t just forget the deeper meaning behind his motives. Noir didn’t.. Or couldn’t appreciate her openness and ability to listen to his grievances. Nor did he understand how much he might work through his turmoil if he just stopped to talk to her about the deeper workings of his mind.

She was gentle, as she had always been with him when he started to think about it. Like she had been through the same issues that plagued him now, or she was just more intuitive than he would have ever given her credit for. Her soft voice went on, responding to his opening up in similar fashion. Explaining, now that they had been together for so long, where she herself had come from before he found her and took her as his own.

However different their stories were. He couldn’t forget how hard his father had tried to steer him on a different path. All that pushing had only driven Noir further away though, and no one had tried to come after him when all was said and done. He’d been on his own for nearly as long as Duchess. ”Do you curse them?” He asked, deep voice rumbling in his chest as blue and lavender eyes shifted to her face. He didn’t know where it was he was going or what he was saying, but the words tumbled from his lips without prompting.