“And you are mine, Fenrir,” she says to him, but what she does not realize, perhaps, is that what he has promised her is something he had never promised another, had never dreamed he would care to do. Doe had been his whole being once and to do this now was as well as imprinting upon her in Doe’s place, save that he had choice and that choice would promise a great deal of pain if she were to leave, to die, to deny him.
It was the sickness of Nanrua. To partake in the hunt, in the rituals, in the people… The Life Bond was a mating that meant a deeper bond than mind or heart but the entire body.
He promises to be her tooth, claw, and shield and it is in a literal sense. He would have a connection that bound him to her that she might never feel in return.
But he will not trick her in this other thing. He tells her that he is not there to chase her darkness away, only to give it form to love instead of fear. She did not know the tribalistic world he had survived twice over to make it back here, how they dealt with enemy dead. She did not know that his belly had held the flesh of wolves, that his teeth had savaged bear cubs in their dens for nothing worse than being the spawn of their fathers and mothers. He was no one’s light in a dark place, but he could make whatever dark place one had into a place less fearsome and fearful.
“You are a tempting sort of darkness.” she says, pulling back, turning her smile coy so that he cannot help the small twist of his own lips in something similar, if a little less flirtatious. “my dear, i have not begun to tempt you. it would not have been right to tempt when i was not welcome to.” and perhaps the littlest whisper of teasing can be laid at her own feet, stirring him in the manner of much younger boys and girls afield.
“What I fear is that your liege will turn away your tempting, and tempted, darkness. i fear leaving you, being held at the gates when i should be performing my duty and privilege as mate.” his eyes tighten and if she knew him half as well as she thought, she would see a fearsome darkness indeed. “i will not leave my pups a second time. for any amount of pleading or insistence. I cannot do that again, but what am i to do if your liege and her brother spite me?” his teeth bare, a savage light in his eyes as if faced with that very edict in that moment.
he bristles, “what do i do when the one you serve rejects the presence of your darkness, my love?”
FENRIR
the dragonborn ; of scotavia
male | 17 years | 37 inches | 150 pounds
tactician of the fantastic four | mate of natu
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