Drums... drums in the deep

How gentle he was, how soft.

To watch her become who she was meant to be? Or revel in a half-life spent with love denied like Sirius and his beloved Deathbelle? Were they doomed to repeat the story of his grandfather? Or destined to break the chains of curses past? Or would he allow her to break such a curse with his heir? Will she never get to feel those delightful sensations again? Or never even truly experience a lover's embrace?

Her eyes flicked dolefully between his, and she chewed her lip over the strings she tied together of historic stories replaying themselves. Of a road, he laid out before her potentially devoid of love since he wished to deny her freedom and keep her all to himself, but never yet indulge.

He placed his other paw over theirs and bid them home. Away from the temptations of the private caves and back into the embrace of the Armada. She nodded, and let him help her home, much subdued.

"Ignita"