𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 (𝟏) | 𝟏𝟖+

li. oil and water.

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‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘, 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. Down below, Elowen spies the silhouettes of shifted wolves weaving through trees, wary of patches of blight. Somewhere down there is also Thorn, and she can nearly hear him grumbling and swearing from her height, the sound a calming normalcy from the days prior. From above, her and Morrow take to the skies.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎They carry small packs of clothes and provisions. Unlike her usual attire, Elowen opts for a pair of trousers and boots, airy clothes that'll benefit her in combat, if her situation results to that. Afterall, she's not alone. She'll have Thorn alongside her once they reach Pailon.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Ever since they woke up, Morrow's been keeping to himself. It's impossible to tell if the fae wine actually affected his head, but last night, the alpha seemed so far from himself. He danced with the concept of tomfoolery, wading in alcohol and the warmth of his mate. All of that brought him to one conclusion: he wants a child.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎It's the worst time possible, and it's why she won't even agree to using her magic to conceive.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The were-wyng growls as he flies beside her. "Stop thinking about it."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I wasn't until you brought it up last night," she meets his glowing meadow hues. "Why now when the risks are so high?"

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A tendon in his neck grows taut. "Because."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Not much of an answer, but what could she expect? Morrow's not exactly made of soft mush and will expose his feelings without plenty of prodding and poking.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Because why?"

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Look," he bashfully runs a calloused hand through his windswept charcoal waves. "I already know your decision, even though I told you not to tell me, and I'm sorry I even asked."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She gulps, sucking in a sharp breath. "Don't apologise. Everything's going so fast between us, and now it might just fall apart right when it started to be good. We never got the chance to even discuss anything for the future."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"It always happens like this," he mutters, "when it starts to feel like the world isn't fucking with me."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Everything between the two has been an adrenaline rush. Even the question itself was brought up in order to counteract the extreme. She hadn't realised, but there'd rarely been a pause in their relationship. When Elowen met the alpha, he was possessive and brooding, demanding she stay in his palace with a refusal to let her escape. Now, they're off with a pack of were and one ancient man to put an end to an all powerful god whose path they've never yet crossed, yet one that feels like they've been traveling on for so long.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"We'll find a day," she whispers, her voice a song in the breeze, "but today isn't it, and neither is tomorrow, but there will be a time when it will change."