I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

He was foolish for thinking he would ever be allowed to find a true place of sanctuary. Not again. He'd gotten...comfortable, even in the messiness that came with juggling the needs of the pack and the incessant desires of his mistress. It had been his downfall, tonight. The Ark had met its demise while Aiden had been helpless to do anything to stop it. He had watched every moment of his ship's sinking into its watery grave till it's rusted sides were lost to the dark murk of the ocean. He'd forgotten what it was like to lose his home...that hurt somehow as raw as the first time it'd happened, even if he strove diligently to tuck those overwhelming emotions behind those high steel walls. The very idea of letting himself express those emotions seemed nothing if not...utterly exhausting, leaving Aiden simply staring at the darkened living room well before Matteo gestured towards the sofa with the offer to join him. A soft breath left his lips as Aiden seemed to consider that proposal and yet, for all his desire to avoid his emotions, for all he struggled to shove those feelings deep inside of him where they might never again see the light of day, he needed to know what tonight meant for his future.

Sluggishly, the Alpha made his way towards the warmth of the fireplace, leaving that comfortable darkness behind. He settled into the sofa, the vibrancy of his gaze turned towards the still crackling flames. It took several long moments before Aiden even allowed himself to relax into the microfiber surface of the sofa, his figure far tenser than he had truly realized it. He knew well his father would allow him to keep that quietude for as long as he desired, just as he knew those questions he sought answers to could merely be ignored until whatever perverse plan fate had for him unfolded on its own. He could simply relish in the presence of his father...and yet how that unknown worried him when it was no longer only his head and his pack on the line. Frankly, he was surprised that Matteo had let him come here, of all places. Finally, his lips parted, that singular question that weighed so heavily upon his mind was muttered softly in that once tranquil silence. His gaze slowly shifted towards Matteo, the Were-King waiting with bated breath, even if he knew the answer.

Aiden watched as those enigmatic silver irises glanced towards him, only to flicker back towards those dancing flames. Darcy. Of course, it had been. There was no doubt he'd take a sick sort of pleasure in the destruction of the Ark too. Aiden was likely to hear of it the next time Risque called him back. His eyebrows furrowed in contemplation before he nodded, that silence once again settling between the two for several long moments. He had known, of course, that one day, Risque would once again claim her precious little pet. He had known that this freedom she allowed him would hardly last forever. It had been nice though...while it lasted. It had been nice to finally meet the great Alexander he'd grown up on stories of. It had been nice to meet Matteo's son...to find Tobias again and see him married off....to meet Mira. Aiden was unaware of that frown that had settled with increasing ferocity upon his lips as he considered the plethora of things he would be forced to say goodbye too, that lump within his own throat forcibly swallowed as Matteo's French lit broke through the stillness.

His head shook gently at that apology he was afforded though, really, Matteo had nothing to express such regret for. They'd known this was inevitable and the pack itself had largely survived. He had prepared for this...to some degree. "It wouldn't have mattered...there was nothing that could have been done anyways," Aiden muttered softly, if Darcy had gotten it into his head to sink the Ark, there was no amount of water tightening that he could have done to stop it. The boat was doomed from the very moment the inkling had crossed the Southern Vampire's mind. He was quiet for a moment, his tongue brushing across his bottom lip in a rare glimpse of anxiety before Aiden willed himself to that indifference he so used to hide behind. "Do you know how much longer I have till she calls me back?" He inquired, the emerald of his gaze steadily focused on the fire. That was the point of this, wasn't it? To force him to return to that 'home', as if Syn could ever be called that. Would he have time to say his goodbyes? Could he even manage to do so in the first place? How those thoughts weighed heavily upon his heart, Aiden hardly even considered for a moment that this was not the end of that long leash he'd somehow found.

The King of the Damned