Lets Tessellate

*Conan* · 01-27-2015, 02:23 PM

He didn't quite understand why he felt the way that he did, but he couldn't shake the feeling that was something was going on with Phoebe, something that she wasn't telling him. Something had happened but as far as what it was, his guess was as good as any. He hadn't approached her about it, wanting her to approach him and tell him of her volition, that is if there really was anything going on, which he sincerely hoped there wasn't. After the pack meeting, everything seemed very surreal. Natalya, the woman whom he met upon first arriving in Alacritis was dying. From what it seemed that no one knew, but it appeared that she didn't have very much longer on this earth and it tore at the titan to know that such a good woman was going to be gone soon. But it was the way things worked and who was he to question it.

Phoebe's voice would ring, calling to the sooty titan, requesting his presence. He would hesitate, debating whether he should really go or if he really wanted to go, but figuring he might as see what she wanted, Conan would go to her. Deep down the man loved her, there no denying it, but what she told him today could possibly change some things for them. It would be a few minutes before he would happen upon her, ruby eyes examining her figure as he padded up, leaving a good amount of space between them, large crown dipping towards her in silent greeting, awaiting to see what it was that she needed.

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