There were far too many questions that swam within her own mind, cluttered from the significant life-changing evening they already just survived. Life as they had known had changed irrevocably. A thick blanket of uncertainty hung in the air, that ache in her chest hardly dissipating as they ended up in this unfamiliar territory, more like a heavily guarded compound more than anything. Mira was taken back by it but it was a relief to have Tetradore's fleet and her beloved Ducati safe and sound from the vultures that would have happily preyed upon their misfortune. Tetradore debriefed her far better on those business missions than he did now, the man impressively attempting to do his best to keep it together. But even she could see him falling at the seams. She felt slightly like a deer in headlights, curious of these strange people that all seemed to know each other. They certainly were not like his usual clientele, including the very way they observed her, secretive and seemingly worried of the french thief that swiped one of Tetradore's prized cars. How curious.
Once they were inside, they were greeted by those boisterous large canines, one in particular, seemed curious of her. How content he was to investigate her, brushing up against her, his nose wedging within the leather sleeve and her wrist, his large body pressing against her jean clad legs. There was some kind of unspoken knowledge between the canines and herself, as if they could sense the wolf that lurked just beneath her skin. She allowed that very greeting, the good natured Maxwell seemed content to acquire.
Mira's gaze broke from the content canine to the people in that room. Someone had to say something.. A name... explain what this place was, who these people were. Tetradore seemed far too distracted undoubtedly by the chaos that had just transpired. She must take matters in her own hands. She stepped forward in the lull within that very conversation, content to introduce herself in hopes to reveal something else... anything else to figure out this very mystery. Her confident voice drew three pairs of those curious eyes her way eventually garnering the attention of the ever polite Dorian first. Her gaze shifted to him first as he spoke, only slightly aware of Sebastian's very focused gaze. He looked at her like... he knew her... How certain she would have remembered that face.
Wait a minute. What?Staff? Did he just call her staff? Oh if only she could have been spared the rest... he continued on with that same polite tone as Mira stared absolutely dumbfounded. He smiled with the same politeness as his tone. She rose a hand as if to interject.Hold the phone..
That had to be a first. As if a housekeeper's dressed as she did.. Although the imagery of her in a maid's outfit drew an amused good natured smile to her lips. It took every ounce to keep from laughter.. She was quite certain she would be a horrendous housekeeper. Not that she was not tidy.. The woman content to keep her own space neat... The caramel-skinned woman's mouth hung open as if to interject. Everything beyond that statement seemed to fall to the wayside as the rest of the well acquainted men began to speak.
It would seem, herself.. Tetradore and Sebastian all spoke nearly at once. She was entirely confused by the gesture Sebastian had made. Maybe an itch.. On his pinky? Perhaps.. Some strange posh British thing?? How did he know what she was and was not? "Not quite.. I'm.." None of them actually got out more than a few words that were soon silenced.. By a thunderous crash. Oh god. Not again..
Had they not had enough explosions for one damn night? At the very least a house could not sink. But then again, did she not think that very ship was impenetrable, even with its rusty veneer. But that didn't make such a sound as the one she heard, that undoubtedly Tetradore heard within his ears and felt within his gut. It sounded like a car...crash..
Those introductions were abruptly silenced as all four of them rushed forward to see what manner of destruction awaited for them next. They all peered outside that large window to capture a glimpse of the carnage. All she could see was destruction. Wide-eyed she viewed the aftermath outside the back. It looked like a flower bomb went off, debris, pedals, foliage and broken stems, everything from that garden strewn about devastatingly. She knew the moment she caught a glimpse of that new garden ornament... she knew that poor Aventador had seen better days. 'Oh my god.' She mouthed the words but was clearly overpowered by Tetradore's booming curse that seemed to ricochet within that very room even despite its size.
Poor Dorian fared far worse. She wasn't sure if the man was going to burst into tears or not, his clearly distressed tone was soon to follow. To make matters worse the dogs absolutely lost it.. Ready to spring forth in an attack mode. Mira felt that urge to... protect but stifled down those animalistic urges within herself, her golden eyes illuminating as if betraying that there was something more lurking beneath her golden skin. She was surprised she didn't see that car smoking... that door swung upwards to omit its driver... It took out the last standing flower bush... Sebastian's words fell... into defeat. It was basically an insult to injury at this point. It would have been humourous if it wasn't such a goddamn nightmare. A sigh escaped her. Oh she wished someone would just.... Pinch her.. As if that would suddenly awaken her from this... dream. That's what it had to be. Surely there wasn't a lambo sitting in a destroyed garden right now.
Mira looked to Tetradore with clear horror as the strange french thief casually peered at them through that window, sweeping off the debris that tarnished his clothing. The man had the audacity to LOCK that car, she could hear that chirp of that car from that window. Like that would do anything. Everyone seemed to stare on in complete and utter shock, which was all they could do at a time like this. How the hell he even ended up in the backyard garden Mira was completely perplexed.
The fae walked with impressive ease and all the confidence in the world as he then made his way in from the back door toward the utterly shocked group. His face that he kept mostly concealed earlier was finally revealed from the light overhead. He certainly had a memorable face.. In fact they all did. Who the hell was this guy? Oh she could have thought of a few choice words herself.
The fae entered the house with complete dignity intact, just how he managed that, she hardly knew. They all turned to face the mischief maker.. Everyone's expression some form of anger, disappointment, or in Mira's case... absolute shock. She could see him averting his gaze from Tetradore completely... which was wise.
The she-wolf could practically feel Tetradore's patience, which was a worn and frayed thing.. There wasn't a damn thing she could do to mend any of it, to stitch together what was left of the shambles of their life. Not tonight. There was nothing they could fix now. Not a damn thing.
To make matters even more peculiar... as if it couldn't possibly get any more.. It was like he had heard their conversation from before. Casually picking up as if nothing ever happened. Mira was nothing but baffled, Tetradore perhaps on the same boat as she... no pun intended. There was no way she could make it out of this with her sanity, so the woman simply... accepted it... The kind hospitality of Dorian, the absolute chaotic enigma that was the faeman... and the rest of the people in this room.
'How did you know?' Golden eyes seemed to question, he was clearly not here. As if it couldn't get anymore awkward... he dropped the girlfriend... title. Oh god. That title neither of them had broached in the wake of all that time they had shared, the pair in a heavy state of denial considering they have been at this strange dance for nearly two years. How strange it was to hear it outloud and yet... perhaps... it felt.... Right. Oh god, please Tetradore help her out and set this odd man straight so she didn't have to fumble her way through that mess.
Mira briefly flicked her gaze toward him with a clear look of HELP ME written in them, but the emerald fury that lingered in his single-minded gaze was focused entirely on the frenchman who brought forth a second wave of destruction.
The man was more like a rapid barrage of assaults single handedly taking out every single person in that room.
She cleared her throat.. Tetradore left her on her own... flailing. "Wait.. no.. I'm.." Pack... I'm pack those were the very words what she was trying form. They weren't that hard to say but it would seem that night's festivities had taken their toll on her as well and her ability to speak. "Tetradore and I are just.." What were they really? They were more than just pack.. And certainly more than just friends... and she certainly wasn't going to introduce herself as his friends with benefits to whoever these men were. Oh, what she would give to have her bar not sunken in the bottom of the harbour. How certain Tetradore and herself.. Needed that drink...How good it would have been to just be.. In China.. Again. Hell, the two of them clearly had a lot they needed to talk about.
Judging from Dorian's face.. He looked far too pale... She had never seen a man so distressed over flowers.That was when that memorable silver gaze landed upon her. How could one man cause such havoc? It was impressive. But the one thing he offered her besides a heart attack was the only kind of true answers she had received thus far. Sebastian, Dorian.. And this strange fae were family. But how did they know Tetradore?
She eyed that hand with a hint of wariness, remembering very well at the docks that havoc he caused her. The exotic woman shifted her gaze upwards. She would question him on how he managed that stint... earlier. Yet the last thing they needed right now was more tension. Least of all... Tetradore. "Ah, but you have.... lasting impressions covered." Clearly he had not seen her family gatherings, there was almost always an incident or several. She pulled her hand back after that confident shake, before peering around at the eclectic group still rattled from the man's entrance. What the hell was he. He certainly wasn't a were... nor a vampire. She could sense their species immediately. She pressed on. "The fact that Tetradore hasn't murdered you yet, must mean he likes you... a lot.Although, I find it.... Strange to see everyone using his first name.. I was under the strong impression he hated it." She remembered the night she all but pried it from him as clearly as yesterday. So much had changed since then. Okay so.. she might have been fishing for more.. Just a little.
Matteo carried on with an ease, shedding light on well.. Everything. Oh.. how much more sense all of this made and yet how much sense it did not.. For a moment she froze.. In an attempt to process this. Yet why would Tetradore keep them so hidden? His father? Oh.. was this the man who stepped in after his birth father passed?
"His father? Oh.. I thought.. You're... so..."
They had already been through so much, this surprise certainly caught her off guard. Yet...
Tetradore had been terribly quiet.. Up until that point.. Mira saw it, felt it in the heat of his gaze that was usually clad with cool emerald steel. He was a man who had enough. It was not surprising considering the Ark was nothing but scrap metal, leaving the pack and himself homeless. Finally that one of favoured cars was just ruined right before his very eyes was only icing on that cake. She felt it too, felt that uncertainty as well as that pain at having lost their very way of life in a manner of hours. It was all a blur of lost time and yet..
There would always be tomorrow to fix that wreckage. While things would never be the same, they had each other. They had a hope, a chance to reconstruct what was lost. To make it better.
She felt that alpha energy unfurling, suffocating as his sharp reprimanding voice caused that room to silence. Even the dogs seemed to respect that very energy that the king of the west exuded. A lesser were would have cowered. But all she saw was a man hurting. He was always so even tempered, perhaps even aloof... but not now. Mira could see every stitch of tumultuous emotion written upon his face. Her wolf seemed to respond to it, her golden eyes searched the edges of his stern face as he swore at Matteo up and down in a relentless tirade.
He demanded that Dorian take a photo and send it to Alex. Who was Alex? There were more of them then. She wasn't quite sure if she could deal with the overwhelming pressure of yet another person. If he was anything like Matteo she wasn't sure that an all out pandemonium wouldn't break loose. It was strange how those words that Tetradore used were more like a father to a child who had messed up rather than a son to his father. Clearly that family dynamics were nothing she was used to. Well... sort of. Although that demand to fix the car and the garden... well that was definitely not happening that night... how could anyone accomplish that task?
How badly she wanted to entwine her fingers with his, and yet that was never their way, at least not with other's eyes around. It might have been her way, that desire for his simple touch and that want to soothe his rage.
Wordless she slipped back to his side, refusing to be a buffer between them, offering that silent emotional support with her presence. She allowed but a brush of her arm against his own, entirely subtle that it could have been missed entirely by anyone watching.
Her gaze shifted to Dorian who was being protected by his husband. She seemed almost curious to see if he intended to take that photo, to perhaps gauge to see if this display between... son.. And.... father. "You have a very lovely home.." She offered, but that tension within that room she was unlikely to be truly heard. Oh boy.. This was going to be a very long night. Helplessly she peered toward Dorian and his husband with new curious eyes.