There was a brightness that seemed to shine within his girlfriend as Mira spoke of her grandmother and the food produced from the homely little kitchen. The home seemed to be the very epicenter of those holidays Mira was keen to reflect fondly upon - though Tetradore could easily see why. It certainly smelled good. The poignant scents of sauteed onions and garlic rafting through the air, even if the Alpha was unable to place those far subtler smells that accompanied them. It was...sweet that Mira had such a multitude of precious memories. Tetradore was uninclined to sully them in the slightest. Rather, it was the girl's brief suggestion that she had anticipated things to go worse then they had that saw the small simper vanish from his features. Despite the facade of welcoming warmth, there was still a palpable tension beneath it all - a simple knowledge that the couple had hardly returned to the city just for the delicious food and pleasant enough company. How those very thoughts lingered most prominently upon his mind, producing little more than a soft grunt upon his lips as Mira chattered with equal fervor as her younger sibling. It was easy to see where Clara got it from.

It was clear from the way Mira glanced down the hallway that she was itching to explore her childhood home. With hours to spare until dinner, Tetradore saw little reason to intrude upon his girlfriend's desires. He gestured loosely towards the hallway, coaxing her forward with a soft utterance of encouragement. How quickly those few words brought back that warmth to Mira's features as she teased him, prompting a roll to the Alpha's eyes. Nevertheless, he fell easily into step behind her, passing by closed and cracked doors without even the slightest glimpse of intrigue. The sounds of the household became muffled with each step they took, only for Mira to pause suddenly, her hand settling hesitantly upon the knob of the closed door in front of her. She swung the door open, reaching in to flick on the switch and fill the small space with an abundance of light. Inquisitively, Tetradore stepped inside, his gaze swept over the bed overlaid with fabrics, the desk taken over by a large sewing machine, a bookshelf filled with colorful spines of books Tetradore had never heard of. It hardly looked like the sort of room he could ever envision his girlfriend in - at least, not within its current state.

The teasing tone upon Mira's lips drew Tetradore's attention towards her as she leaned against the window sill, her very mention of 'rules' caused his brow to shift upward. He had been too young for his own parents to ever bother with any such 'rules'...and yet...it was almost bemusing to consider his girlfriend as a younger version of herself attempting to break those imposed boundaries. A small simper tugged at the corner of his lips as he glanced briefly over his shoulder, ensuring they were indeed alone. His gaze fluttered back towards her as Tetradore crossed the bedroom, his hands moving to settle on the window frame beside hers as he leaned forward so mere inches separated them. "I wonder how many other rules we can break." His baritone voice commented in a velveteen whisper with a rare hint of mischievousness. The Were-King's lips pressed tenderly against her own before shifting downward to the delicate curve of her neck in a tauntingly slow trail. Tetradore was not usually one for what he deemed public displays of affection, but he knew how much she liked this - those sweet touches and tender caresses he often only ever provided when the city limits of Sacrosanct had fallen far behind them.

It was a small pinprick of color from the corner of his periphery that drew Tetradore's mouth from her skin, his brows furrowing as his emerald eyes followed those neon green stars upward and towards the ceiling all but covered in stars. How had he not noticed them sooner? "....those look more like you then everything else." He uttered as his head tilted back, eying the perfectly arranged constellations - the methodicalness of her placements all but lost on him. Mira's musing drew Tetradore's attention back towards her, though her words were ones he understood well. It had felt equally as...odd....and emotional the first time he had ever returned to the site of his childhood home. The ash and rubble stood with a deafening silence in the grove that once thrived with life. Tetradore's hands pushed off from the window sill, that shift in conversation had turned more...somber...somehow as Mira digested all that had changed in her absence. The very mention of her father brought a soft sigh to his lips, his hand rose upward to run through his curly brunette locks. Perhaps he should have tried to reassure her when it came to the clearly tremulous relationship between father and daughter...and yet...admittedly, Tetradore didn't exactly harbor a positive view on the man.

He leaned silently against the edge of the desk, his arms folding over his chest as his emerald irises landed upon his girlfriend, the man a silent presence as she quietly reflected on just how long it had been since she had returned home - longer than even he had realized. The Alpha watched as a frown settled upon her fair features, only for her to mention the bits of her life she had yet to fill him in on. "No, you didn't." Tetradore agreed with a small shake of his head, "I didn't think it was a very pleasant memory. Reliving it would change nothing so....you don't have to tell me." His shoulders lifted in a brief shrug, the man hardly one to pry in the trauma of others. Tetradore knew well how unpleasant memories could be even years after the event. There was no reason for Mira to unnecessarily upset herself, as far as he was concerned. She seemed to take the 'out' he had offered, the woman changing the topic to offer him an opportunity to answer any queries he might have. His gaze turned upward briefly in consideration - his thoughts hardly focused upon the more...emotional queries she might have meant. Rather, Tetradore was almost single mined on the battle ahead of him, his questions far more...strategic in nature. "How much of the town has Nolan taken over? Where's the pack live? How big is it?" The Were-King paused briefly, another soft breath left his nose as he considered the...unlikely...possibility that this trip might end without a fight. He was certain it was Mira her previous Alpha truly desired and yet...for her sake alone, he found himself begrudgingly inquiring, "How...big is your father's gambling debt to him?"

My heart is just to dark too care. I can't destroy what isn't there

so if you love me let me go

Deliver me into my fate & leave me with my sins
If you still care, don't ever let me know