03-07-2022, 08:13 PM
Don't look back, nothing left to see
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
It’s easy to find her when one knows where to look.
It won’t be in the heart of the forest or even the outskirts that border the newest oceanfront property. He knows he will find her near Nerine, close to her brother. He has every intention of meeting with Reave (if the bone-clad stallion doesn’t beat him to the punch first) but it’s not the North’s newest King that he wants today.
The rain has been unrelenting since winter had come and the gold glint that adorns his handsome features is somehow not lost beneath the shag of his seasonal coat. Another perk of being Fae, one of many. The sky above is gray and melancholy and he halts when he spots her in the distance, a golden sun that shines from the clouds.
The Dark Prince pauses for a moment, halting some distance from her as his crimson gaze watches her carefully.
So much had changed.
Once, he would have moved mountains for Aela. He would have set a viper to the throats of all those she despised and plotted against, if she had asked him to. She hadn’t. Instead she had broken his heart. Funny enough, he hadn’t hated her for it. Not the way he should have. It makes sense now of course, she couldn’t truly break what hadn’t belonged to her in the first place. It had hurt though, back then. When he hadn’t known better.
Aela was beautiful in so many ways. Her deceitfulness, her manipulation, her hunger for chaos. Works of art. He could still appreciate that about her too amongst the many mysteries that still evaded him when it comes to what makes Arla... Aela. If she told him now how she had once plotted to kill him, he would have simply laughed. Amused. It wouldn’t surprise him in the least nor would he be foolish to think she wouldn’t still consider it now if it might benefit her.
He knows she wouldn’t be foolish either. That surely she is aware that he wouldn’t hesitate to curl his scales around her neck if she threatened that which he cared most for. No matter the fondness he still has for her, ex-lover and friend, he would not think twice in destroying her if her plans shifted against his mate. Against him.
What does elude him is why she agreed to this to begin with. Why she agreed, suggested even, on coming here. Why she didn’t just throw her lot in with Reave entirely, the two would make a powerful pair. It’s what brings him out into the drizzle looking for her, to get to the heart of her intentions. A conversation in private, without Cheri.
“Aela.” His low baritone calling to her, breaking through the gentle patter of rain as his broad frame moves closer towards her. Dark red eyes finding the familiar hue of blue, curious as to what he might find there.
It won’t be in the heart of the forest or even the outskirts that border the newest oceanfront property. He knows he will find her near Nerine, close to her brother. He has every intention of meeting with Reave (if the bone-clad stallion doesn’t beat him to the punch first) but it’s not the North’s newest King that he wants today.
The rain has been unrelenting since winter had come and the gold glint that adorns his handsome features is somehow not lost beneath the shag of his seasonal coat. Another perk of being Fae, one of many. The sky above is gray and melancholy and he halts when he spots her in the distance, a golden sun that shines from the clouds.
The Dark Prince pauses for a moment, halting some distance from her as his crimson gaze watches her carefully.
So much had changed.
Once, he would have moved mountains for Aela. He would have set a viper to the throats of all those she despised and plotted against, if she had asked him to. She hadn’t. Instead she had broken his heart. Funny enough, he hadn’t hated her for it. Not the way he should have. It makes sense now of course, she couldn’t truly break what hadn’t belonged to her in the first place. It had hurt though, back then. When he hadn’t known better.
Aela was beautiful in so many ways. Her deceitfulness, her manipulation, her hunger for chaos. Works of art. He could still appreciate that about her too amongst the many mysteries that still evaded him when it comes to what makes Arla... Aela. If she told him now how she had once plotted to kill him, he would have simply laughed. Amused. It wouldn’t surprise him in the least nor would he be foolish to think she wouldn’t still consider it now if it might benefit her.
He knows she wouldn’t be foolish either. That surely she is aware that he wouldn’t hesitate to curl his scales around her neck if she threatened that which he cared most for. No matter the fondness he still has for her, ex-lover and friend, he would not think twice in destroying her if her plans shifted against his mate. Against him.
What does elude him is why she agreed to this to begin with. Why she agreed, suggested even, on coming here. Why she didn’t just throw her lot in with Reave entirely, the two would make a powerful pair. It’s what brings him out into the drizzle looking for her, to get to the heart of her intentions. A conversation in private, without Cheri.
“Aela.” His low baritone calling to her, breaking through the gentle patter of rain as his broad frame moves closer towards her. Dark red eyes finding the familiar hue of blue, curious as to what he might find there.
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