I'll be home for Christmas

Since Falks mad charge to the battlefield, and her own breakdown on Solstices’ borders, the agony of her mates absence had crystallized into hard, icy anger sunk deep into her chest. Her family was aware of the anger. She saw it reflected in her mothers eyes. However, she never allowed it to show around her children. With them, she was all parts love and devotion; gentle guidance, and firm where needed. Such as a couple days ago, when Regulus had disappeared. After that fiasco, her son was grounded. He’d had a good taste of his own mortality, and the wound on his shoulder was a mark on that. He’d also tasted her fury, and that of Eranis. Surreal knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t break the rule he’d broken any time soon.

The children were asleep in their customary pile, and she herself was nearly drifting off when his voice reached her ears. She felt her muscles freeze, and a kaleidoscope of emotion swirl through her. It solidified into a final point of glacial rage. She gently extricated herself from the pups and slipped out. 

The face that met Falks eyes was a familiar one; on Eranis face. That cold, cold, cold fury that chilled ones bones and blood. When she spoke, her words and voice were calm, nearly conversational. “Repeat to me, what I said before you went haring off to that Battlefield. I’m curious. Did any of it penetrate your thick skull? Or did you disregard the needs of your family here; your children, your mate?” That cold voice was followed by a slow unsheathing of her canines in a silent snarl. “Did you not think once of us? Of what might happen if you were killed or captured, and how that would affect the children? Or were you too fucking blind to think beyond your own rage?” Hard mismatched blue and gold eyes pierced his, no glance spared for his weakened state. That would come, if ever, after he was made completely aware of how thin the ice he tread upon was. And how easily it could shatter with a wrong step.

Stepping closer, she came nose to nose with him, her voice becoming a deep throated snarl. Her volume, however, never rose above the previous level. “If you ever pull this shit again, we are through! Am I clear, Falk? Through!” The finality in her tone spoke of no chances in swaying her decision. She continued on. “If we’d had no children, I would have been fine about you haring off to fight. Hell, I would have come with you. But we are Parents, Falk. We have them to think about with every little decision that may affect them. You didn’t think before you leapt. Now they have to wonder why their father disappeared for so long. When he should have been right there, always there to see and smell and hear. If you had been killed? What then? I know what it’s like to have my father disappear; and he’s still not come home! According to Castiel, he’s dead! I don’t want my children to go through life wondering where their father is and why he never came back.” 

She stepped away, not wanting to stay too close to him right that moment. She honestly felt like slashing out and giving him a taste of that agony she’d been feeling since he’d not come back from the Field. "I love you, Falk, but you have a lot to make up for." Her piece said, she waited for him to react.