03-24-2018, 01:01 PM
She stepped back, deflecting his touch. If he started with that, she'd forget what she wanted to talk about, and it was too important for that. This needed to be put to bed.
"I think they're very important to this. Kwartz doesn't need that knowledge, that his father is a... a... an incestuous rapist." There, she'd said it. "Maybe Krone has chosen to forget, but I haven't. What do her children even call you? Are you father or uncle?" Was it really so far fetched, that she didn't want that kind of influence in her son's life? She had found a home, and had the power to say what did or didn't happen within it. If that wasn't enough to protect her son from her own mistakes, then there really was no justice in the world.
But Kwartz was growing older, looking more like his father every day. Klaudius had a point, much as she hated to admit it. It wasn't fair to the boy. She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply, bracing herself to say what she was about to. Opening them again, she faced him straight on. "If Kwartz wants to know you, he may. Though it would seem you've taken that into your own control already. But Klaudius? Don't you dare hurt him. He is a good, kind boy and I will never forgive you if you change that." She had stepped closer with each phrase until her face was scant inches from his. Her voice was low and clear, intended to be heard only by the man currently in front of her.
Ever fiber of her being reacted to him, negatively or positively. He had crawled inside her mind and now... damn. He smelled like salt and sandalwood and the island he lived on, threaded through with his own personal musk. She'd forgotten just how attractive he was. She was standing too close, had gotten carried away. Worse, she had just given him permission to be in her life again.
@[Klaudius]
"I think they're very important to this. Kwartz doesn't need that knowledge, that his father is a... a... an incestuous rapist." There, she'd said it. "Maybe Krone has chosen to forget, but I haven't. What do her children even call you? Are you father or uncle?" Was it really so far fetched, that she didn't want that kind of influence in her son's life? She had found a home, and had the power to say what did or didn't happen within it. If that wasn't enough to protect her son from her own mistakes, then there really was no justice in the world.
But Kwartz was growing older, looking more like his father every day. Klaudius had a point, much as she hated to admit it. It wasn't fair to the boy. She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply, bracing herself to say what she was about to. Opening them again, she faced him straight on. "If Kwartz wants to know you, he may. Though it would seem you've taken that into your own control already. But Klaudius? Don't you dare hurt him. He is a good, kind boy and I will never forgive you if you change that." She had stepped closer with each phrase until her face was scant inches from his. Her voice was low and clear, intended to be heard only by the man currently in front of her.
Ever fiber of her being reacted to him, negatively or positively. He had crawled inside her mind and now... damn. He smelled like salt and sandalwood and the island he lived on, threaded through with his own personal musk. She'd forgotten just how attractive he was. She was standing too close, had gotten carried away. Worse, she had just given him permission to be in her life again.
@[Klaudius]