There was an ease between them. As though they had known each other for much longer than the few minutes they had been standing together in the caverns under the canopy of flames that flickered overhead. Perhaps because they had both called the volcano home once upon a time, perhaps because they both knew what it was like to be without a place to call home. Either way, there seemed to be something connecting them, something stronger than what would usually occur upon a first meeting. Her soft voice brought him back from his thoughts her answer to his offer. His face lit up, more genuinely this time, as a smile softened his features. This was not common for him, really, usually he wore a devilish smirk, or even an intense, thoughtful expression on his handsome features.
No, this was a real smile, not many had been able to see it. Like I said, there was something that drew him to the buckskin mare that stood before him. Who had just agreed to make her home with him. It would be nice to know there was someone else around when he was lonely.
I am glad you find this home suitable, would you like me to show you around a bit?
But there was also that vulnerability about her, though it was expertly tucked behind the polite lady-like demeanor. Capone might hurt her. He would not ever promise her that he wouldn’t. He had even hurt Bellona before, and he cared about her more than he cared for himself. But he would do his best, though his best would probably not be good enough for what the delicate fae standing before him deserved. There was something so very kind and good about her. Something that my painted warrior had never been, and could honestly say had seen very little of.
He was not a young stallion anymore, by any means. His years had grown him wise and mature, but still had not beat out the jokester. He was witty, flirty, sarcastic and playful. Despite the years that had aged him he had not lost all of his youthful vibrance. But in much of his life all he had seen was tragedy and heartache. Losing his home, even though the decision had been his, losing his first “love” though he did not really think he felt as strongly for Tiger as he had thought at the time. His children disappearing one by one. He had see war, he had seen battle, he had seen death. And he had not seen much love.
Bellona had given him light, laughter and love, and he had disappeared from her life without so much of a goodbye. He hoped he would not hurt this delicate buckskin creature, but as I said, he could not make such a promise. He could only say he would try.
When he turned his attention back to Lusitania, after realizing the silence was dragging on longer than he had meant it to, and when his eyes returned to her face he realized why. Her eyes had gone blank, and her citrine glowed brightly through her tangled hair. A vision, it must be. Capone had never witnessed a follower of Elyria in a vision trance, but he had heard enough about them to recognize one when he saw it. And then suddenly, her eyes refocused, and he smiled at her again, wanting so badly to ask her what she saw but not knowing if it was appropriate or not.
For now, he was just happy she was here.
C A P O N EFather To
Alcatraz (x Labyrinth)
Valentine (x Tigers Blood)
Chicago (x Artemis)
Aurora (x Belle)
Mafia (x Delaney)
Scarface (x Forgotten)
Brooklyn (x Atonement)
Italy (x Mantra)
Shotgun (x Bellona)
The Criminal (x Apache)Blood Rain x Gemini