I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

That soft sound of shifting liquid drew the weight of those exhausted emerald irises. That amber liquid the pair had consumed so quickly filled the glass as if it had hardly been drunk at all. His father's display of power, however, was hardly new to the Were-King. Over the years, he had witnessed his father utilize his gifts for any bizarre number of reasons, some wholly mystifying. The vibrancy of his eyes hardly lingered long upon the Frenchman, instead shifting towards the fireplace and the flames that danced within the depths of the hearth. How easy it was to fall into a more comfortable silence, the very presence of his father had a way of...easing the Alpha in the way that none could ever truly achieve. He hardly anticipated, however, that brief interruption within the quietness that surrounded him. That very question of Mira so prompted his brows to furrow ever so slightly, the very mention of the girl resulting in little more than a baffled look upon his features. That playful shove he was given prompted only the smallest upturn of the corner of his lips, Aiden far too...burdened with the events of the evening to offer the Frenchman any true jovialness. Still, it was Matteo's threat to inform his brother of his more intimate affairs that prompted a sharp rebuke from the Alpha. How quick Aiden was to give in rather than deal with the possibility of Dorian's insistent questioning!

A soft sigh of defeat left his lips as he insisted that Matteo already knew everything there was to know of the woman, the fae's future sight surely assisting him in this endeavor. That vague shrug upon the Frenchman's shoulders assured him he would hardly be getting out of this conversation even with his rather weak effort to do so. A second soft sigh left his lips at Matteo's response before his gaze shifted from the fae, considering just what it was that Matteo might desire from him. Admittedly, Tetradore's involvement within women were...distinctly few and far between. The fae had known about Isolt, of course, if only from a vague mention after the evening in which Aiden had sat by so idly while Risque had turned her. Any conversation about Samantha had been largely avoided entirely if only because Matteo had largely been absent in that year or two in which the pair were dating. This was...the first real conversation he had with his father about a woman he was actually with. At the very least, it was proving to be a worthwhile distraction, his thoughts had turned entirely away from his sunken ship and the woman who had prompted its demise. It took him several moments of prudent contemplation as he considered all that made up the woman he had taken a liking to. Those two traits he'd finally settled on sharing somehow seemed...important to her, even if Aiden was absolutely terrible at explaining why.

That raised brow he was presented with only served to cause his own brows to knit, that answer seemingly not what his father had been looking for. The shake of Matteo's head caused his eyes to roll as he leaned back within his seat, his arms crossing over his chest in an almost childish pout. The French tenor of Matteo's voice drew the emerald of his irises, weary though the look was. He had, admittedly, never considered taking the girl to the observatory, much less had he even known Sacrosanct had one. However, it was that mention of a planetarium that prompted a hint of confusion to his brows. In all his childhood, Aiden had never visited one of those, much less even heard the word. "....movies....about stars?" He inquired with a hint of dubiousness. What sort of movie could possibly exist about the stars? Didn't they just....sit there...in the sky? Still, it was his father's insistence that he'd be irrisistable that prompted a soft grunt of acknowledgment. Though the Were-King seemed dismissive of the suggestion, those very suggestions for a far more...mundane date were filed away for consideration for a later point in time. He hardly echoed the chuckle upon Matteo's lips, however, the Alpha failing to find any great humor in the situation. Those questions his father offered in the aftermath, however, were far more...clear, even if they too were distinctly harder to answer.

He felt silent for a long moment, his gaze dancing lazily across the room as he contemplated those feelings that Mira had so ignited with him - feelings that had long since dissipated into oblivion, or so he'd thought. "I don't know..." He started, his hand reaching up to run through his curly brunette locks. "She's...different...then the other girls. Raven and Alexis are...fucking afraid of me half the time but....not her. I mean....she's always...ready for an adventure, no matter what it is and....she doesn't ever run away from anything but...she knows her place." It was, admittedly, a rarity to appeal to all sides of the Alpha. How he had come to appreciate her brazen readiness, whether it was venturing halfway across the world to outrace the police in China or getting her hands dirty with C4 in the bay. And yet, for all her courage and bravery, so too did she never once press her luck with his position as her Alpha - that it itself distinctly important for the man that was so often forced into submission. Aiden's head shook ever so slightly, those vague considerations clearly enough for one night before his gaze shifted back towards Matteo, silently checking to see if this was the answer the fae had been so diligently searching for.

The King of the Damned