years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.
How many times now, had Tetradore stared death in the face. How unflinchingly he eyed the metal barrel of the gun, almost wishing, she'd pull the trigger and somehow shatter the very necklace that hung around his neck that would inevitably bring him back. How he longed for an ending to this perpetual existence. Death was far sweeter than the life he led and one day soon, she too would come to the same conclusion, even if Tetradore suspected well she'd also soldier on in the same steadfast determination he had too for much of his life. His fingers remained nestled within the pockets of his fitted jeans, his vibrant emerald eyes simply observed the confines of the bedroom - the door to her small bathroom quickly garnering his attention at the very sounds of rampant barking that seemed to echo from their very depths. It was a shame that she seemed to be such a quick learner, he would have liked to utilize that small puppy against her, if only for how much easier it would inevitably make this. After all, Tetradore was well aware how unlikely it was that Harley would choose to go with him of her own volition, just as much as he despised the very gift he anticipated that he might have to utilize. It was the very vehemence to her voice, however, that drew the Were-King from his thoughts, his vibrant emerald irises silently refocused upon the taut figure of his newest vector. Tetradore was altogether oblivious of the deal Harley had made with his own father, the man, instead, relying upon his own gift for regeneration as he declared with certainty that she would not kill him - even if she pulled that trigger, not that she needed to know that.
That scowl upon her lips was all too clear, speaking volumes of her emotion for him, not that Tetradore faulted her in the slightest. It was entertaining, really, that the girl thought she was capable of inflicting unspeakable damage to him. After all he had been through, the Alpha was incapable of stopping the soft chuckle that left his lips as he shook his head ever so slightly. "I have no intention of taking you to Syn or Risque...at least, not tonight." There would, inevitably, be a time in which his mistress called upon them, upon her again and yet, that evening was not this one. For one precious full moon, the Were's were given a glimpse of freedom - the likes of which would likely not come for some time. She would learn, in time, what it was like to be amongst Syn was one of its pets. Perhaps then she might glean some bit of...understanding, though what did it truly matter? It wouldn't change the past and her future was as doomed as his own. Softly, his head shook again as the Were-King pushed back those internal thoughts, his emerald eyes fluttering back towards Harley to observe the fashion in which her stand had slackened ever so slightly. He could feel the animal within her, the one he had put there and in turn it called to the creature within him. Time was becoming a luxury they no longer had.
Tetradore was hardly surprised that Harlequin resorted back to her sharp tongue and quick wit. He almost anticipated it, really. The very mention of those ropes he'd once carried into her home prompted a rather genuine admission that bondage was hardly his forte. Tetradore hardly reacted to that scoff she gave him, the man instead simply shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. His sex life, after all, minimal though it was, was hardly a topic he wished to speak of with her. His hand rose upwards, his fingers running through his curly locks in an almost stressed manner before his lips parted, the Were-King attempting to give Harley an option where there was none. His attempts to provide any explanation for what tonight had in store for her, however, were brushed off with palpable sarcasm as she instead chose to call him a perv. A soft sigh left his lips, the Were-King was trying to be a good maker though his efforts with both of his vectors seemed to fall strikingly...flat. He watched her as she moved to step off her bed, the girl all but strutting as she declared she had some ability to 'see through him'. Tetradore could hardly help the roll of his emerald eyes as he interjected, "You don't know shit about me." It hardly mattered, the argument was hardly one worth having, the Alpha almost forcing himself to swallow any further words as she placed the barrel of the gun against his chest. That growl and narrowed gaze informed him very well that he could hardly reason with the girl. Fine. They'd do things the hard way.
The emerald of his irises seemed to shift ever so slightly in that moment, the hue somehow turning richer, more vibrant and entrancing with flecks of an almost olive hue. There was an almost ethereal look to them, the very kind that seemed to draw the young Harley in with a near hypnotizing glow. Gingerly, Tetradore reached forward for the barrel of her gun, his own voice almost soft and gentle, like a lover's caress. "Give me the gun, Harley." He murmured softly, the Alpha easily prying it from her fingers as he pointed it away from them, searching by feeling alone for the safety. That switch was slid in place, the gun held within his own palm as he reached for Harley's hand. Navigating her apartment without breaking that line of sight was going to be....difficult. God, he was going to regret this wasn't he? Slowly, Tetradore shuffled backwards into the hallway, his own gaze never once straying from the young woman as he took those slow tentative steps backwards. "Harley, I need you to tell me if I'm going to run into anything....okay?" He inquired, watching the almost doey eyed manner at which she watched him. The girl seemed to nod ever so slightly, though her eyes never once strayed from him as he led her, with some instruction on her part, towards the front door (the gun momentarily dropped off on her kitchen counter). Slowly, Tetradore led her towards the passenger side of his treasured Bugatti, the Were-King ensuring she was seated, seat belted, the door closed, and the child safety locks engaged with one lingering command issued: stay in the car. Hopefully, the compulsion would be enough to see the girl linger as Tetradore finally broke his gaze, the man moving quickly over towards the driver's side of the vehicle, all whilst inwardly begging Harley not to destroy his precious Bugatti.