Blood Warden | Dmitriy Sept 22, 2021 1:40:30 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2021 1:40:30 GMT
[attr="class","main"]”It was kind of you to let me see my daughter.” The only exchange between the pair was always destined to take place on the journey back to the dacha. The courteous last few moments of a journey that Theo likely never wanted to be a participant in to begin with. Everything between them felt more professional rather than a favor between family members. It was almost as if he were her medical expert transferring her care from one László elder to the next between Russia and Egypt where her daughter found home. He hadn’t much to offer but a smile in response to a lot of her questions or an obvious redirection to ask her husband both of which were honest responses. He had no obligations to her beyond keeping his family name safe and ensuring she didn’t make a run for it with her child. She could understand, on some level, why they chose to keep her separate from Hope if only to protect the child from the unknown. She wasn’t quite herself yet and even the light behind her smile seemed dull when offered to tiny hands for comfort. Something just didn’t feel right. It was almost as though she were looking at her life from the outside for even parting ways with Egypt neither filled or deepened the void. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Logically, the Russians would keep her under lock and key to prevent any investigation into their long line of necromancer children. Right? Why wouldn’t they trust her to Max? Surely he wouldn’t let anyone harm her nor take away his own necromancer wife? Shouldn’t the level of trust there be mutual? Unless her father thought her staying with her husband was best? That.. didn’t seem right either. Theodore’s demeanor only shifted once they were through the door, watchful eyes darting around the foyer as though they were missing something obvious. A brief exchange of laughter solicited a sigh from her travelling companion as a hand instructed her to wait in the welcome hall. Obviously he didn’t know the first thing about her if he thought she was keen to listen to anyone as she trailed quickly behind him into the sitting room.
Theo’s suspicious gaze was lost on her as he called to a sister she’d yet to meet. That wasn’t necessarily uncommon. She wasn’t familiar with all of her husband’s family. Least of all the Monts. She was beautiful with heavy midnight curls coming to rest atop her waist and rich amber eyes perfectly framed by thick lashes. Had it not been for the lively grin and the way she bolted from the center of the room to wrap eager arms around her brother, she may have been mistaken for herself. The light behind her eyes was a dead giveaway- no pun intended. Theodore made quick introductions by name though Asa appeared reluctant to shake hands, a fact that saw Josie quickly retract the offer and hold her hand close to her chest. She hadn’t seen quite the same look she’d been given by Asa since she was an easy target teen in third year. She shook off the feelings of insecurity and bad blood as Asa laced her arm in Theo’s for an escort from the sitting room. Amber eyes glanced back only once to her prior company, cherry red lips tucked between her teeth to prevent the giggles that echoed through the halls.
It was nice to know that her husband was at least finding entertainment when she was gone, for it felt as though a heavy cloud drifted overhead when she was near. Somber eyes followed the departure of siblings before turning to the bay window in search of comfort. ”Well. She’s certainly. . . Vivacious.” She muttered, for lack of a better term. Trouble appeared far more accurate but she wasn’t in the mood to fight. ”Did you finish .. whatever it was that had you so wrapped up for the day?” It felt more like an attack than an honest question and.. Well .. it was. ”You hardly let me out of here and then when your brother finally feels bad enough to take me to see our daughter you can’t even go?” But he had enough time to keep Asa entertained. No, surely she was just being petty. ”She deserves to see her father too.” She argued, aware that even if he was preoccupied with her care that meant he was neglecting Hope. If she couldn’t be there then he should. Josie climbed onto the cushions lining the old window, eyes lost somewhere amid the fog covering the grounds as she searched her mind for reason. ”Joe mentioned something about staying in Moscow.” Anxious hands pulled down the fabric of her sweater to cover her palms, a move to comfort more than anything else. ”I was thinking about going down to stay with him for a few days. I need out of the middle of nowhere or I’m going to go insane. I’m sure you don’t mind?”
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