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[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

That’s fine if she wants him to be the bad guy. He is. Wolfbane is the worst thing to have happened to @[lilliana] since she first came here, and vice versa. Lilli was a catalyst - just as bad for him as he was for her, but at the time any sort of consequence for falling into her intelligent eyes and warm smiles had only been a reason for Bane to dive deeper. He’d wanted to deny the truth back then like he did now, focusing his thoughts on blaming her, hating her for leaving a similar red-gold haze over the memories of his marriage to Lepis and the bright web of a life he’d lived before resigning himself to the shadows.

But at the heart of it all was the truth: that He and Lilli were horribly, terribly perfect. It seemed that she’d brought some sort of magic as well when she first stepped onto Beqanna soil, and with it came Neverwhere, Elena, and a change over everything Wolfbane had ever known. Maybe, if they hadn’t met later on in Bane’s life after so much tragedy and darkness, they could’ve been wonderfully happy. If he wasn’t cursed, or if she’d been in Beqanna during his youth they would’ve been great. Perhaps greater than… well, no. He wouldn’t think it.

But now they’re forced to live out this ill-fated scenario of wrong place, wrong time and the balance is that he gives her these beautiful treasures; the boys and their gifts and their love that he cannot bring himself to give anyone. He made those things with her - Bane’s turned to eye them both and he listens to the way Nashua eagerly leads their game.

Their father reasons that he’s fucking entitled to their love as well, and he’ll surely kill for it. The only limitations to the slaughter were the boys and his other children… perhaps. “What’re they doing, Nash?” Wolfbane asked his son, curiously. He was done contemplating Lilliana for the moment - she had an irritating way of invading every single one of his thoughts when she permeated his awareness. “Lilliana?” He gave the chestnut mare time to explain, keeping himself calm by reaching out to pluck at the feathery tips of Yanhua’s speckled wings.

For this thread:  Sex: M  ◉  Appearance: Foal, but normal  ◉  Mood: Subdued