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

It was almost like the father-figure fairy (triple f) had offered himself as a scapegoat for the raging alpha to have an outlet, a willing sacrifice that most would never offer. It was beyond understanding. It was beyond the duty of mere family. It was undoubtedly... selfless, brave or foolish she wasn't quite sure. Perhaps all three. For all the chaos that the fae seemed to bring like a damn thunderstorm that bloomed out of what seemed like thin air, devouring everything it touched there was no questioning that he cared for Tetradore, even to risk his own vulnerable neck. If that selfless act was not love, then Mira knew nothing at all... How interesting that familial unit was. Each being drastically different. Yet there was no doubt in their level of care for the alpha, for each other. There was nothing like witnessing others step up to that proverbial plate when the rest of the world turned its very back. How she knew it all too well. After all, Mira had given up everything to save her own. Well, almost everything.

Yet within the comfort of that bed, her attention was upon Tetradore, listening to how he spoke. His voice soft and yet heavy with sleepiness, as though every part of him reached for sleep even still. His words only confirmed her prior though, Mira nodded her head in agreeance that the fae had hardly wished to win. Yet, while not unwelcome, the woman was quite curious about that very topic even though the pair seemed to veer away from it all the same. After all, that seemed simple in comparison to what they faced, that matter far more complicated. Relationships. The pair were so cautious to broach that very topic and yet it was glaring all the same, even with their best efforts that it now seemed silly. It was like they had allowed those feelings to accumulate beneath the rug for longer than either had realized. Now all that remained was a damn hill and it couldn't be ignored any longer lest it become a mountain. It might as well have been, considering they somehow managed to still be wary of it, as though commitment somehow were some terrifying monster. Like it had to change everything. As far as Mira was concerned, she was already in it too deep.

Yet she refused to let those topics be left unspoken and somehow... she reduced the alpha to speechlessness. Perhaps it would make him wonder that very question. Yet in that loaded silence, it left them down two separate trains of thought. Each being clearly haunted by something else entirely. Mira, given all she knew of him, all he had allowed her to see... allowed her to connect those dots in the most unsavoury way. That question figuratively offered her very throat to him, that heavy moment, far more definitive than either of them realized. It was far better to know. At least it was in the privacy of that very room, where they had been offered a reprieve from the world. How incredible that shift was in him, his features softened and his touch all but consumed her. How much she desired that small touch more than she realized and yet she refused to look at him as if it would somehow make the final blow less severe. Her gaze instinctually flickered upward at the sound of her name upon his lips to find the surprising sincerity within his emerald eyes, the softening of his face she had all but missed until that moment. That smile that could melt her, even though lava coursed through her veins. How quickly with those mere words he could offer her comfort in the tumultuousness that assaulted her.

It was then... when that intent seemed all too clear she raised her hand to interlace their hands with his, a strikingly instinctual response. That assurance that this was somehow simple escaped her. If they both wanted each other. If it no longer had to be a secret. He had claimed her in front of his family after all. Why did it have to be a difficult thing? What was so much worse about the rest of the world when family were often the most difficult people to tell? Tetradore seemed unconvinced, a snort escaped him. What made him so skeptical? They had already been at this for two years.

Yet none of it seemed to explain his hesitation. That contemplation was spoken out loud, after all, it would explain a lot. An unbidden laughter escaped him, a sound that nearly startled her. Her hand returned to her side as he suddenly fell back into those pillows, looking up at the ceiling.. That was not supposed to be funny! She frowned, a huf upon her lips as she used her hand to prop herself up so she sat. Her fingers found the plush of the pillow she had been resting upon as Tetradore admitted that Matteo would somehow find this question hilarious! Men.. She tossed that pillow lightly at Tetradore's face then. "Soo hilarious." She added sarcastically and yet she could hardly keep that grin from her lips all the same. She supposed there were worse reactions.

It had felt that as heavy fog had lifted, the pair seemed far more awake than before, although heavy conversation certainly had a way of awakening the senses. Tetradore's yawn however was contagious, drawing forth that oxygen in an almost greedy manner. She pulled her legs toward her, reluctant to leave the warmth of the shared bed. That was when they were greeted with the clanging of pots. How she could not help but wonder if it was intentional during the final question of his name. Why he was so determined to keep it from others she could never quite understand. His answer she found was sad, curious if that stoic mask would slip away once more. It was well within his right to cherish the memory of his mother as he saw fit, that first name seemed to hold a special meaning to him all the same. "I get that. It can sometimes make their memory far more cherished. I like hearing... about them, your parents, you don't talk about them much." Although it did seem curious... that it would have been a way to honour her by using it. At least now she could understand. "I think its cute hearing your family call you Aiden though." She could hardly help that teasing lilt all the same, as if allowing herself the change to speak it once more as she poked him lightly, not willing the conversation to tread into too much sadness. They had endured enough, perhaps they could be selfish at least a little while and enjoy that time together.

At the very least that relationship status seemed far more simple than the rest of the hell that was going around. Tetradore shifted within the bed, her golden eyes drew toward him, piqued with interest at the mention of pancakes. Instantly it was like the hunger had assaulted her. "I didn't realize how hungry I was until you mentioned it... I guess this means we have to go out of bed and face the world.I think I could face just about anything if it means I can eat." She slowly but surely unfolded herself, kicking her feet off the side of the bed as the sheets reluctantly peeled away from her figure. She wore nothing more than underwear and a black tank top she had hastily thrown with their belongings. She hardly wished to wear much less than that in someone else's home. Silent feet padded across the room toward the oversized duffle bags she had her procured items within. She plucked the bag and placed it at the foot of the bed before she unzipped the bag, reminded by the few things she had salvaged. "I do have something to show you." She said carefully. Sometimes the reminder of something painful was enough to do more harm than good, especially with how raw those emotions still were.

Yet...slowly and attentively, one by one she pulled out that Lego Bugatti without another word, simply placing it upon a nearby surface. It took him hours upon hours to complete. It somehow stayed together through all of that jostling which was a miracle in itself. Next, she pulled out the Lamborghini model she bought him at Christmas, then sandwiched within the clothes she revealed his father's watch. And a few other things she noticed he wore often... Like the rosary beads he rarely ever took off.

Next, she pulled out something she saved for herself. A wooden carving of a wolf her grandmother had made her, she placed it next to those cherished salvaged items. Everything else could be replaced, there were some things that could not.. Of course, her tablet was one of those things deemed important to save. The hispanic woman conveniently remembered to grab that too. That she was sure offered far more hope than Tetradore realized. It was a beacon of hope. A chance to start to rebuild. Who would have thought that through the wreckage and emptiness that.... A tablet would be the beginning of something new. An idea, a hope, a spark to ignite the new. "I wish I could save more....but there wasn't any time. But its a start." She admitted, not allowing the defeat to enter her voice. It was a beginning.... A beginning they could navigate together.

"Hmm. I suppose we need clothes too.. I don't think your siblings would like a pair of half dressed were's roaming around their home." Mira began to rummage through the now opened bag, procuring an outfit for each of them. Clothes were important things, especially when you realized you had none. The outfit she had procured was simple and yet most likely only she would remember the outfit he wore the first night she kissed him. How she managed to remember that she hardly knew and yet... she said nothing of it. It was the vague scent of breakfast that offered yet another reminder of what awaited them outside that room which caused her stomach to growl. Oh, that did smell good.

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