It was not often the near ancient Fae so found himself in the company of a being outside of those chosen few he so indulged with his presence upon a regular basis. Yet, this afternoon, it was for the sake of watching over all that Tetradore owned that the Frenchman found himself within the depths of that curious carrier ship his son had taken for himself. The feeling of those iron walls within the boat was very near oppressive and yet Matteo paid it little heed, for the most part. Indeed, the Fae had merely taken to lingering within Tetradore's room for the better part of the morning, one eye trained upon the Ark itself, the other cast well into the reaches of the future to assure he would see each and every players move well before they made it. Still, a sense of unease had so settled within him all the same for what that immediate future held. How well he hid those emotions and yet how ravenously they tore at him behind those veritable walls. He knew well what would transpire tonight, he had already seen it and yet while no one so stood to lose their life, it was Tobias, perhaps most of all, who would lose far more than he was so prepared too. Tetradore's life-long companion so fated to be the greater casualty. That very consideration so prompting that further frown to his features. Fate was...unkind. How clearly he could see that lesson it was destined to teach tonight and yet how desperately he wished it otherwise. Tetradore had been nothing but foolhardy to indulge Tobias in this and yet for all he might veritably wish to curse his son for choosing to flee the city- he knew well why he had done it. Love, after all, displayed itself in far more ways than one. That very love Tetradore had for his best of friends, even when that thickened fog of hopelessness had so surrounded this endeavour from the beginning, something Tetradore had known- had seen him do it all the same. Hope, after all, was perhaps as potent as love in turn. Even if it might well come at a price tonight.

Matteo's own affinity for teleportation had embraced his figure several times since the sun had risen. The Frenchman hardly choosing to reveal his presence in the Ark just yet, the man teleporting out of that room each time Raven peered curiously in or another member of staff wandered by. It was easier, after all, to keep watch over that world without interruption and easier again to find Tetradore within that vast expanse of the universe when he was near the mans very belongings in turn. It was very near the middle of the day before that future had settled, its path, now, carved in stone and unchanging. Matteo assured without question of that which would come and too- the safety of the Ark and all whom resided within it while its leaders were away. If nothing else, Tetradore's home and pack would await his return. It was with but a handful of hours to spare before he might surely needed that the Frenchman wandered readily from Tetradore's room then, that curious little mexican man Aiden employed to see to the running of that ship eyeing him with a clear bafflement. Their conversation, held in that brisk Spanish, readily assuaging the mans concerns before he continued upon his way. Matteo wandering near idly from room to room in turn. Curiosity, it seemed, so heavily ingrained within that Fae breed- no matter the age. Matteo curious of Tetradore's pack members.

Yet, those very pack members hardly seemed so curious as to where their Alpha and Beta had disappeared too for so many hours. At least, all save for one. It had hardly taken the Frenchman long to wander downstairs and find the curly-haired woman as she sat at the counter, her back turned toward him, her attention fixated upon a cookbook he hardly dared look at for fear of what inaccuracies it might seek to unsettle him with. She had fretted since the rise of the sun and the lack of her mate and leader. She fretted even now. Yet, perhaps such a thing was not so surprising. The wolf, after all, more than any other- was held firmly in the bonds of pack and the security of family. A wolf would frett as a cat did not. Raven too, he suspected, was one prone to worry even without that influence of species upon her. That very tension in her form already clear. Matteo so hardly having to guess at her thoughts to know of them. How many a woman had he seen linger beside the door, the mailbox or the phone as she waited for her lover to come home? Such an age old story. Matteo, this time, allowing his feet to fall more readily against the floor and make the woman aware of his presence behind her as his strode to her side. He had little to offer her this day and yet, some matter of reassurance, in the least, was well within his power to afford.

His own figure leaned against that counter top in that lackadaisical fashion he so often did all things. Little about the Frenchman ever inclined to hurry in any sense. Time so long ago ceasing to concern him in most instances. That same unflappable nature so clinging to him readily now- or so it would appear. His silvered gaze eyed that page she held open before her. His features so struggling to prevent displaying their disdain. Matteo seeing little need to explain how he had come to be here today nor why he had come in any sense. Raven, he was sure, would remember him from their singular meeting within Dorian's home some months before- brief though it had been. Those accented words leaving him then.

"Ah, but that is a difficult recipe if one does not know how to properly scald cream, Mademoiselle. Have you tried it before?"

One eye lifted just so in curiosity off the woman's own cooking experience, the warm, easy simper finding his lips all the same before his gaze returned to that book that rested at her fingertips.

"They will not be back for lunch, nor even for dinner tonight, Mon Amie. I would not trouble yourself with cooking for them today. They will return to you though, both of them. I promise you that."





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