I NEED A SAVING GRACE
11-11-2013, 05:34 AM
A strange instinct had been sparked inside Basilisk's chest. Part of him longed to lean forward and bathe the children, to make sure they suffered from no deformities, wanting them to feel his touch and know the sound of his voice. But he was not there father, even if he had promised Cataleya he would care for them, though he knew he would be part of their lives for some time. Unless someone came for him -- which was looking highly unlikely at this point -- he had resigned himself to Cataleya's company, which wasn't entirely unpleasant. She had promised to teach him. To help him avenge his father. Amethyst gaze lingered on Cataleya as she spoke Taurig's name, her lyrics fatigued and lacking in their normal fire. The man took it as an invitation and crept forward, examining his children. The boy would shift, guarded and alert, ears pinned back against his skull as he eyed the man. He could look at them and touch them, and do whatever he liked, but he was unwilling to let him steal her children. |
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