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This. This is why I do not appreciate the visits of family so early in the morning. It puts my Stella in a terrible mood. She never was a morning person, her shoulder shoving against my own before she seemed determined to continue to glare at me as if this entire ungodly encounter was my fault. Alright, maybe my greeting had not been entirely joyous and yet I find it difficult to exact joy from my inner being when the sun has barely risen. I said I was happy to see him, what more does she want from me? To sweep him into a giant hug and give him a manly crash tackle as a greeting? To much affection never did anyone any good. I love my son, I am sure he knows it just as well as I do and as such I see no reason to go blathering on about it. I merely asked if there was even the slightest good news that so prompted his arrival here today. The girl however, the white one, seemed to take my morning humour with far more seriousness then even I had anticipated evidently rather concerned that this one or…someone had died. The blue violet of my gaze rested upon her a moment, the silly creature apparently so overcome with emotion at the prospect of a death that she had forgotten how to talk. For now however, I decided to keep my words to myself- because I wanted to, not because I feared Andromeda may very well seek to snap at me again.

Meryl however, seemed to settle her well enough before seeming to state that the purpose of his visit….was merely to visit. I am entirely sure to look of disdain on my features for being woken up at an ungodly and equally unholy hour because Meryl ‘felt like a visit’ was entirely clear. I suppose it was fortunate really that whatshername decided to speak again, my handsome head inclined back towards the younger girl as she claimed that…someone was glad to be meeting me, eyes narrowing slightly in confusion at this perfectly unusual girl. What is ‘this one’? Who is ‘this one?’ Honestly it took me far longer than it probably should have to work out she was talking about herself, mentioning my similarity to Isola, the barest hint of a smile tracing my features.

”Yes, I suppose I am red like the sunset, it is the Angel Mark, I am sure Meryl would delight in telling you the history of his family and their markings- especially if you are going to be joining it which I assume this is what this conversation is about although Meryl seems to be taking an awfully long time to spit it out."

I can’t claim to be the most observant creature when it comes to the ridiculousness of emotions and yet I am not entirely so blind as to not have already assumed that the single and only time Meryl has ever brought a girl home is because he may very well want to keep her as his own. I suppose I can’t blame him either- she is a rather a pretty thing, her colour perhaps the most exceptional part about her. Meryl could use a little more white in his gene pool. The blue of my gaze flickered back now to my son, one eye lifting expectantly before the boy finally seemed to introduce her as Yin- his mate. Alright- maybe he could have done a little better, a pure blooded Angel for example, yet I suppose this is a fairly close second ad considering the significantly worse options he may well have otherwise chosen I am half inclined to consider this an acceptable match. Andromeda, of course, is afflicted with a disease all females seem to carry which results in a sudden explosion of joy regardless of the information provided one of their children brings it to them. Honestly, the puppies would fetch rocks or bring back bird feathers when they were young and Stella would get so utterly excited about it that I am surprised none of them grew up with superiority complexes due to the fact there mother praised them for every tiny thing they ever did. This is merely another example, the boy gets a mate, as instinct surely tells him he needs to do and Andromeda throws her own personal praise party. Her head swinging to my own clearly indicated that she apparently expected some level of joy from myself, a drawn out sigh pulled reluctantly from my lips. I wasn’t unhappy, in fact, I was rather amicable to the whole thing although I really don’t see why we need to scream and shout about it. I really am just not that excitable- although why people call me over-emotional I hardly know.

”Yes. I am very happy you picked someone white. She does have nice fur and I suppose I am happy for you both and I suppose you can visit- but next time maybe not so early- unless you are bringing me my grandchildren- when do I get those?"

What? My face does not do ‘happy’ all that well- what more do you want? He knows I’m happy for him, I’m sure and really I do look forward to seeing nice white grandbabies…..that I can be happy about.







AZRAEL

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"11 years ~ Andromeda ~ Sire of Meryl/Starfall/Guardian/Celeste/Iophiel/Mithos/Ambrosia/Elara/Zaphkiel ~ Diveen "