boy what's normal to you? 'cause that sure ain't normal to me.
A Litotes in another universe, one that can read his wife’s mind without a single hesitation, bristles beneath the possessive fire of Kensa. Starsin is no more the Primarch’s than she is his, but even the vaguest idea that his lover deserves the star-woman’s attention more than him would send a terrifying fury down his spine. He would rage against her, fight her tooth and nail, because he has laid himself barren for Kensa and will be damned before he presents her something else to be ripped apart.
When Kensa mentions she will get to know Starsion better, Lie tilts his head away in suspicious confusion. They have never spoken of his other children’s mothers. A discomfort itches at the back of his mind: what is it about Starsin that makes Kensa want to get to know her more than the rest of his fleeting lovers? The only one he can imagine his wife with is Dawn, but even the Pangean queen is one the sabino avoids, even if for reasons other than their shared . . . interests.
An order for the children to go play far, far away is on the cusp of Lie’s tongue when Draco coughs out a maniacal laugh. He is young but far too harsh for his age, and the twisting emotions in his red eyes immediately put the Archon on edge. “I think you already know her well enough,” he snaps out, childish disgust wrinkling the skin around his eyes and mouth. “Don’t think about my mom like that, please.” The sentence is harsh but as Litotes pieces what he can together, he notices how cloying his son’s voice is. He would reprimand Draco if the subject was not so jarring. “And you don’t want my dad to know my mom, so why are you asking that?” Even through all of the strange cutting remarks, there is a childish misunderstanding. Lie whips his head around to stare the demon-boy down. They face off until Draco finally heeds the orders his father is mentally demanding.
“Let’s go out, idiots,” the colt yells, then kicks off further down the river. Soothe and Dove reluctantly follow.
When they are out of earshot, Lie turns back to Kensa with an uncharacteristic glare. “I’m not fucking doing this, Kensa. What the fuck is he talking about? And why the fuck can you not be straight forward about it?” He is harsh, cursing and stamping a hoof against the ground. The hesitance and worry of before have entirely dissipated. The breath he takes in is long and heavy, and he closes his eyes against his reality.
“I don’t understand you anymore. Maybe I never did.”
and if i fall would you know that to do?
and if i'm caught up would you stay?
@[Kensa]
