I'm Loosing My Soul
Pushing me to the edge of my decline
It was nothing short of an utter relief to retreat to the comfortable silence of Dorian's guest bedroom. As much as Aiden cared for his family, they could be utterly taxing when they so wanted to be. Even Mira's presence at his side had the potential to be...overwhelming in the wake of those emotions that raged beneath the Alpha's facade of apathy. For once, he was utterly denied that retreat he so often took away from the pack, and yet, he was nothing if not terribly skilled at appearing far more blasé then he truly was. Thankfully, the evening's events had also taken their toll upon his new...girlfriend. The very word felt...peculiar, even within his own thoughts as he eyed the Hispanic woman, their clothes abandoned with little regard on the plush carpet underfoot before the couple nearly collapsed in the comfort of the luxurious bed and silken sheets. Sleep was altogether quick to take Mira, the young woman nestling within the crook of his arm and against his bare chest. As much as Aiden desired to join her in that restful oblivion, sleep failed to take him in quite the same abrupt manner. Instead, the brightness of those emerald irises stared upwards at the unfamiliar darkened popcorn ceiling, the very silence he might have once taken solitude within now felt suffocatingly uncomfortable if only because Dorian's estate was not his home. No...that one was now too forever lost at the bottom of the ocean.
How those very thoughts tumbled through his mind as those minutes stretched onto an hour. Though Matteo had promised they would fix things later, Tetradore found himself struggling to find any comfort at all without knowing for a fact what the evening truly meant for his fate, particularly if the sinking of the Ark had hardly been an accident at all. It took some measure of effort to disentangle himself from the woman at his side, particularly without waking her. He was gentle as he pulled away from her, the weight of his gaze never once leaving her as he extracted himself from the bed. A soft breath echoed from his lips as he reached downwards and towards the pile of clothes he'd left at the edge of the bed. Aiden plucked from its depths the loose-fitting cotton shirt he'd been wearing, pulling it over his broad shoulders before he fastened his jeans back around his waist. It was altogether easy to slip from the bedroom afterward, the door carefully closed softly behind him if only to ensure Mira stayed captive in her peaceful slumber.
There was a warm glow still radiated from the depths of the living room, promising the Were-King that someone was still awake. He was hardly surprised, as he rounded the corner, to find the Frenchman reclining within the comfort of that sofa. The fae, it seemed, had hardly moved at all. For a moment, Aiden merely watched the ambassador with naught an emotion upon his masculine features. He hardly had to wait long, however, before those enigmatic silver irises focused upon him. The soft utterance of that childhood nickname prompted a small twitch to the corners of his lips in a vague, weak simper. Aiden remained rooted to his spot in silence, however, though even he was not...entirely sure of what he was looking for. His father, thankfully, seemed to know with the same uncanny certainty that he so knew everything and vaguely, Aiden couldn't help but to wonder how many times in all those futures Matteo had witnessed this exact conversation. A soft breath left his lips, his shoulders rose in a vague shrug though that impishness neither perturbed him nor elicited much in the way of a reaction. Rather, it was that small gesture towards the empty space beside him that prompted Aiden to move.
He moved towards the edge of the sofa he'd previously occupied, the Alpha settling into its comfortable embrace as the fire still flickered warmly at his left. His elbow settled on the edge of the sofa's arm, his fingers entangling within his curly locks as he leaned his head against his palm. For several long moments, Aiden remained silent, collecting and gathering his thoughts with distinct care before a gentle sigh echoed from his mouth, one that was followed by the single poised question that lingered so heavily upon his thoughts. ".....it was her....wasn't it?"
The King of the Damned