Childish Fears

Weather Noir was capable of real emotions or not was still up for debate. He felt real, hot anger when he thought about his family and his past in Abaven. If there was anyone that could get past the walls of ice constructed around him it would have been Duchess. Noir hadn’t ever spent so much time with a single wolf. Many women had come in and out of his life that he felt no attachment to besides an intimate night. Duchess was different, as she kept to his side there was a part of Noir that gravitated back to her.

Her gaze lifted to meet his for only a moment as he gave her his question. Swiftly looking back to the fire as he broached the sensitive subject. He was pressing her more than the inverse. Duchess was so soft and pliable, as she went on to answer him and helped to explain who she was. Where she allowed herself to forget about the transgressions done against her, Noir stewed and dwelled on his own. He held the fury and hate in his heart, and it had gone on to mold and decay him.

He tried not to think too deeply, despite that being the exact course of the conversation that Duchess was looking for. When she then asked him the same question he’d sought from her. Did he curse them? ”Yes.” Noir replied seriously as she met his blue and lavender gaze. ”Even though every one of them is dead and gone. Yes.”