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Posted on January 16, 2016 at 09:24:31 PM by Solaris
 “Yes Siren, difficult.” I say the word along with her, as if my assurance may stop her obsession of it over and over. Perhaps she is trying to grasp the word, perhaps she struggles to understand it I cannot say and yet if she wishes to continue to speak it there is little I can do save to watch her as she does until the idea of it grows tiresome to her mind and lips. It will, in time, all things pass for her, some merely take longer than others to reach that zenith within her mind. The idea that my imprint does not desire my presence as she desired Romain, the wolf I had buried for her, seems to confuse her more so. I can see the confusion within her mind, within her very gaze as she struggles to perceive these ideals that make so little sense to her. Perhaps she, in all the manners in which she is lost, holds the right idea. She acts upon instinct itself, upon the single understanding that soul is for soul and little exists outside of it. If all the world understood such simplicity perhaps we would be happy- though what of those who find mate before imprint? Would Isola truly have been happy to abandon Kane and he in turn have welcomed her imprint with a warmed embrace? I think it not so. My family has, for many generations, scorned the ideas of fate until it is so they began to be born with this desire- so many incapable of imprinting, or so I am told. It is typical of Heyel I think, to change fate itself to his desires and indeed the mere thought of my grandfather disturbs me even now in these moments in which I offer Siren a new word to fixate upon. Mate. Perhaps many would wonder at my choice in this and yet…..I have lived so long beside Siren that I feel it almost improper perhaps- that she is not yet my mate. We have lived as such for years and over this time I have simply discovered my affections reside with her, strange though it may seem. I care for her as I care for no other, I find contentment in her and indeed such peace is rare for my mind these days. I have been alone long enough, I have waited long enough to have those things others so quickly seem to accumulate- mate and child and I am assured in my choice, even if others may not be. I fear perhaps…..the reaction of my family and yet already many think I am strange, it should surprise them no less that I bring home an Iromar demon, or former one at that. There thoughts do not matter so much to me though I know in time they will find out, should Siren accept my proposal all the same. I wonder, truly, without the drive of Heyel, how much my family may have to say upon my choice of mate. She speaks then and my mind is drawn from within myself to focus the opalescent blue of my gaze upon her own- her stare an intense thing as her mind seems t flicker once more, tasting this new word upon her tongue before she declares that it is so. That we are indeed mates. I find a breath I had been holding release within myself, a soft exhalation into the forest air that moved with relief through my form as surely as I had anticipated her rejection of this idea. The briefest of smiles grazes smoothly across my lips, my muzzle extend to touch against her own in a moment of affection, tongue seeping briefly across her cheek in this stolen kiss before she speaks once more in declaration of a ritual and my features frown now in confusion. “A ritual?” There are times indeed in which I am often given to….fear the ideas of my Siren. I know well that she is from Iromar, that just as Angels they surely practice…matters of culture and yet my mind is surely given to believe, perhaps wrongly, that Siren wishes to dance in the blood of the innocents or some such nonsense and while perhaps I am given to….murder when the cause is right, I do not desire to perform some pact of sacrifice if this is to be what she suggests. Perhaps I judge the Demons wrongly, though many of their…rituals, to my knowledge, seem to involve blood in….more amounts then I think is needed. She speaks again then, asking of Angels and indeed it is so that perhaps I have misunderstood her use of the word ‘ritual’ for this is not the Angel term for such thing, a moment of calm finding myself once more. “The mating ceremony, yes, though I…..do not know all of it for I left Diveen when I was a yearling. I know….parts of it. Perhaps….we might combine to two? What must we do in your culture?” Perhaps it is time that Demon and Angel combined as they have not before, perhaps it is time we had a new ritual……..perhaps on a nice day, for I hold some fear that those above, some of whom may dislike me, may strike me down with a lightning bolt for my desire to combine the two…… Kane x Isola || Mate of Siren || Imprint of Astrid || Peacekeeper of Taviora |
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