Allister felt the joy of victory rocketing through the bond and it sent a shiver up his spine. He wanted to wave his pale finger in the face of the people who doubted his love’s brilliance. Madeira was absolutely the best thing running on any street in any city in the whole world. The black eyes bounced from face to face before falling on the blue gaze of his bond mate. She shimmered in her slouch and as he sat, he noticed the eyes on him. A sudden uncomfortable feeling settled into his skin like a sliver that had the ability to burrow all on its own.
When Everard spat his anger at Madeira and she rocked back into her chair, the kelvic tensed in such a way that he felt something pop against the back of his skull. His neck twinged in response to the warm tingling sensation that radiated out from the base of his skull but none of this did anything to deter the rage he longed to unleash on that petch of an excuse for a human. A grimace appeared on his face as the black eyes, normally lively and carefree, boiled with hate like tar designated to strip the skin from a convict. His hand squeezed the fancy crystal goblet so hard that he sloshed a few drips as the nerves in his body attacked one another to try and alleviate some of the pressure built up at his seething fire was forced to remain under his skin. Pale fingers became discolored as the grip wrang itself until some of the finer edges sliced open the imperfect flesh and allowed a few droplets of bright red blood to run down with the wine and mix into the tablecloth.
Allister relaxed when the rest of the family stepped in but he followed the offending cousin with daggers in his eyes until the man disappeared and only then did the hyena start to relax. He turned to face his goddess and smiled, his hand released the drink and balling into a fist which quickly vanished beneath the table. When Madeira had them excused, Allister released a whimper as the delicious looking fruits were snatched from under his nose. It was no matter for soon they were elsewhere. Allister followed his bonded’s lead when saying his soft goodnights and bowing at the appropriate times.
In the foyer, the way that Madeira let go and praised him shocked his very soul. Allister felt weightless and yet he wanted more as if the fullness that the little blonde spiritist created within him suddenly condensed and needed to be filled up even more. The slap across his chest touched on something primal and he flushed at the thoughts that followed the searing sting of tiny fingers along the print on his chest. He let an idea hit the bond but he quickly buried it- ashamed of the thought.
He listened as Madeira gave him the tour and once in her room, Allister waved to Emma but his mouth hung agape. Their place in the city had been nice but this little slice of fantasy was too much for him. The kelvic sank slowly to his knees next to the bed and leaned over until his arms were spread over Raj and his face was next to the ghost child’s legs. He’d never had a home like this- had never even seen one. A few tears streaked his cheeks and smeared into the comforter which Allister gripped in both hands and pulled up into his embrace. His legs slid out from under him leaving him to look as if he’d been flung into the mattress while drunk or unconscious but he soon fell into a heap on the floor. He remained for only a tick before he threw his body around the legs of Madeira. She was happy- he could feel it in the bond and he was happy, too.
The kelvic poured his gushing emotions into the space between their souls where the tether existed as his arms tightened against the spindly legs hidden beneath the long skirt. His black eyes were wet as they looked up to her. “Thank you.” He choked. Simpleton that he was, the former slave didn’t realize that bonding was a two-way street. Allister has always been under the impression that Madeira chose him and that her affections and emotions were things he had to earn; things he would happily earn by the weight of his flesh or the tears of someone else. His hands pawed at her, stroked the fabric of her outfit like she would occasionally do to his fur. “This is so- so-” Naive, he lacked the words for it and buried his face in the ruffles of the conservative article of clothing. “Madeira, I’ll do anything for you just please, pllleeeeaaaase don’t ever make me go away.” An itch chased itself along his skin and he shivered under the urge to dig at it but the kelvic simply bit down on the skirt instead. “I only want to be with you.”
When Everard spat his anger at Madeira and she rocked back into her chair, the kelvic tensed in such a way that he felt something pop against the back of his skull. His neck twinged in response to the warm tingling sensation that radiated out from the base of his skull but none of this did anything to deter the rage he longed to unleash on that petch of an excuse for a human. A grimace appeared on his face as the black eyes, normally lively and carefree, boiled with hate like tar designated to strip the skin from a convict. His hand squeezed the fancy crystal goblet so hard that he sloshed a few drips as the nerves in his body attacked one another to try and alleviate some of the pressure built up at his seething fire was forced to remain under his skin. Pale fingers became discolored as the grip wrang itself until some of the finer edges sliced open the imperfect flesh and allowed a few droplets of bright red blood to run down with the wine and mix into the tablecloth.
Allister relaxed when the rest of the family stepped in but he followed the offending cousin with daggers in his eyes until the man disappeared and only then did the hyena start to relax. He turned to face his goddess and smiled, his hand released the drink and balling into a fist which quickly vanished beneath the table. When Madeira had them excused, Allister released a whimper as the delicious looking fruits were snatched from under his nose. It was no matter for soon they were elsewhere. Allister followed his bonded’s lead when saying his soft goodnights and bowing at the appropriate times.
In the foyer, the way that Madeira let go and praised him shocked his very soul. Allister felt weightless and yet he wanted more as if the fullness that the little blonde spiritist created within him suddenly condensed and needed to be filled up even more. The slap across his chest touched on something primal and he flushed at the thoughts that followed the searing sting of tiny fingers along the print on his chest. He let an idea hit the bond but he quickly buried it- ashamed of the thought.
He listened as Madeira gave him the tour and once in her room, Allister waved to Emma but his mouth hung agape. Their place in the city had been nice but this little slice of fantasy was too much for him. The kelvic sank slowly to his knees next to the bed and leaned over until his arms were spread over Raj and his face was next to the ghost child’s legs. He’d never had a home like this- had never even seen one. A few tears streaked his cheeks and smeared into the comforter which Allister gripped in both hands and pulled up into his embrace. His legs slid out from under him leaving him to look as if he’d been flung into the mattress while drunk or unconscious but he soon fell into a heap on the floor. He remained for only a tick before he threw his body around the legs of Madeira. She was happy- he could feel it in the bond and he was happy, too.
The kelvic poured his gushing emotions into the space between their souls where the tether existed as his arms tightened against the spindly legs hidden beneath the long skirt. His black eyes were wet as they looked up to her. “Thank you.” He choked. Simpleton that he was, the former slave didn’t realize that bonding was a two-way street. Allister has always been under the impression that Madeira chose him and that her affections and emotions were things he had to earn; things he would happily earn by the weight of his flesh or the tears of someone else. His hands pawed at her, stroked the fabric of her outfit like she would occasionally do to his fur. “This is so- so-” Naive, he lacked the words for it and buried his face in the ruffles of the conservative article of clothing. “Madeira, I’ll do anything for you just please, pllleeeeaaaase don’t ever make me go away.” An itch chased itself along his skin and he shivered under the urge to dig at it but the kelvic simply bit down on the skirt instead. “I only want to be with you.”
