Finding what is lost

Basilisk frowned at her as she winced, the tea seemingly upsetting her. Sirius was the wolf who had given him the talk of the importance of contraceptives, and he had said given early enough they didn't cause side effects. And given late could force an abortion. Could she be allergic to something in the tea? Or worse, could she be right about the mushrooms? He sniffed at the remaining contents over the fire, and dipped a paw in, licking it. He didn't know what the contraceptive was supposed to taste like, but there was nothing bitter in it like he would imagine for the mushrooms. He would talk to Ollie when he got back, if this one didn't sit right with her perhaps there were alternatives. He glanced at Iggy, and acknowledged the fact they would need a tea like this again.

He started to pack up their supplies, packing this down and banking the firem chewing on some dried jerky as he did so. She carried the conversation, speaking about the mushrooms and what would be needed to harvest them. “Making paints interests you, doesn't it?” It was becoming clear it wasn't just to save money. She'd taken a real interest in it. There was only so much that one book could teach her. “I'll find someone to teach you.” He told her, if he had to kidnap them off the streets to do it.

Her next question startled him, and he looked squarely at her, peeling his lip back ever so slightly. “My love life is none of their damn business.” He growled, the hurt of her loss still clearly there in his defence posture. “Why do you ask, Little Bird? Fancy setting yourself up as Queen?” His tone deceptively light. He had considered what their future would bring. He wanted her. To own her, claim her, and keep her beautiful mind and body for himself. Did he want to set her up as Queen? His little slave? He wasn't sure. He liked his power over her. Could he ever consider her an equal? Would he even like the dynamic? He loved the way she jumped to his bidding. The way she promised him the moon.