Walk off the world just to follow
Through every waking hour
Through all that time devours

Mira shifted and shimmied within Tetradore's arms to face the sleepy-eyed alpha, she studied his features briefly before stretching that delicious morning stretch. It was a new dawn or early afternoon.... Rather. The hours seemed to slip through their fingers and yet, it was well needed. It hardly mattered that the bed felt foreign or that the whole world seemed askew, it felt good in his arms, like at least there was something familiar and right. It would have been easy to stay like this forever. To forget those heavier topics, to simply allow things to be. How she hardly wanted to ruin the tranquillity of this very moment in the comfortable darkness of the four walls that encased them. If only the mind would let such things rest.

Yet she could not. There was far too much left unsaid and that needed to change..

The were-king had been nothing short of non-commital, their entire... relationship, at least in words. Even though it was undeniable that there was more between them than just a casual fling. Hell, his family seemed to see it. Casual flings didn't last two years. No matter what angle you viewed it at. If it looks like a duck.. It quacks like a duck.. Why isn't a duck? Why did it have to be so much more complicated than that. It was easy to look beyond it, to slap on those blinders and continue, to imagine that there was a world where they didn't need to slap labels on things. She was often sure of her place, she even felt happiness in the private oasis they had created for themselves, even though it was not entirely bliss. Not when they were so fiery hot one moment and then wading in ice the next.

How careful she was to broach that topic, so subtle in fact it wasn't even a question at all. The waking mind needed time to catch up with the rest of the world. The dark-haired she-wolf saw those thoughts enter and sift through his mind so carefully, how she wished she could hear them. She wondered if he would speak at all. Did he regret it? Was the press of his brother simply too much that it was merely best to give into him? That followed by such thorough exhaustion that weighed so heavily upon his shoulders. Was it not easier to just give in to it? His execution of that very question seemed one stemmed from exacerbation. They lived in a world of uncertainty, could they not at least be certain of at least one thing?

He exhaled, more akin to a sigh as his free hand found the back of his head, lost in the tangle of his unruly curls. The hesitation made her frown. Her name was sweetly spoken on his tongue and yet she was certain that a dagger would soon follow. He couldn't even look her in the eye, looking anywhere but the exotic woman that seemed to pull those silk sheets around her. Maybe it was for the best. What the alpha had to say seemed to catch her by surprise. The look briefly flashing behind her molten gaze. Was that what he was worried about? She could see how he struggled and part of her wanted to silence him. To bat away those worries with a mere swat of her hand. But this has been the first to speak of his emotions. The first time to even admit what went on inside his mind. She allowed him time to speak, even though he said so little he said so much. She watched his stoic features, her golden eyes seeking for his own. Only when he was well and truly finished speaking her lips parted, considering her own words carefully as she truly processed what he had to say.

"If I didn't want to be with you, you think I would allow your family to intimidate me or my answer?" She nearly huffed and yet it was void of any venom and yet in this she was sure. She shifted slightly to prop herself up and yet remained on her side. Her head resting within her hand while her hand rested upon her hip, toying with the sheets that draped cross her physique.

"I do not think that is true. All you seem to do is care about everyone else's happiness except your own. Why is it that you try to push me away every time we get close." Those words she had never had the courage to speak aloud. She allowed her gaze to trail downward in thought. Not quite finished.

"Unless you do not want me... want us. Then that is an entirely different story." She uttered and despite that answer might have pained her. It was better than nothing. Perhaps that was not so far fetched an idea and yet she refused to ignore it.

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