Change of Heart

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Demons and Elementals...didn't get along so well. Oh, they could tolerate each other, they could be coldly polite when they needed to, but there were many quarrels between them and too many similarities for them not to butt heads. They could sense the power in the other and more often than not, that power didn't get along, rivaled each other. The demons and half-demons they passed in the streets knew at least two Elementals were in their city, but they couldn't quite pinpoint what Nik was. To them he'd be a combination of something not threatening at all - human - something they rarely encountered with a different sort of old power - Sidhe - and then what they were familiar with...but even that was different - Elemental. He was a confusing aura to get a feel on and by the time they might have started to, he'd passed them.

Nik wasn't focused on them anyway. He was following the wind - literally - as it searched for Lyra. He knew when it had found her for the happiness it flared with and the she-elf would find a breeze twirling about her head, pulling playfully on her hair and clothes in greeting long before the halfbreed came into view. Nyaisah suspected what it was before the white-haired male even rounded the corner and when he did, her tail wagged, expression lighting up. She didn't move toward him, though, knowing he didn't want that. She could feel it, his will far stronger than she could ever remember it being before he'd left.

The halfbreed looked different than when she'd last seen him, too. He wore black leather armor, twin-swords strapped to his back, white hair pulled back and his entire demeanor exuded a calm, cold confidence as he pulled the stallion under him to a halt - the other two Elementals stayed quietly behind him, neither of them saying a word or making to leave their horses. He dismounted though and straightened, pale eyes flickering from Nyaisah to Lyra - and at that point the slightest of smiles curled his lips and flashed in his eyes - and then to the half-demon she was with, expression changing when he came to the male. The white-haired halfbreed smiled, a dangerous sort of smile masked behind calm friendliness he didn't feel in the least.

"Hello. I don't believe we've met. I'm Lyra's husband, and you must be her...trainer?"
 
The wind played against her attire, her mind well... That was somewhere else. Dull orbs of a gaze drifted to that of the wolf, then sideways to Rune when he grabbed her shoulder to still her feet. Something shifted very quickly in the male and that wasn't difficult to notice

Horse hooves brought her focus around only as Rune gave her a brunt push behind his tall stature. Blinking slowly Lyra winced away realizing whom was actually there.

They were even in height, even in the deadly gazes as a slick smirk spread over the demons face. "Its a pleasure to know a mouse can still can himself a husband. Don't pull your false greetings with me greenhorn," Lyra was watching but it was behind the cut of her hair letting it hide her face away

Rune let out a warning growl, "I could care less if you were the demon king at this moment, mouse. Who I am matters very little but if you want to put labels to someone you've just met, you could call me your replacement." feral nature danced with his eyes, challenging this one and knowing very well how it would fold into his favour if he did. In a demon city with a training demon not to mention one he had let go because she felt like she had been the problem, yeah... Let this pathetic excuse for a being try to challenge him, it would only prove nothing in Nik's favor.

Inching back, Rune looked him up and down, snorting as he gave Lyra a softer push forward. "You don't have to worry about him princess, he has nothing that you need, or at least not for long." he grinned to Nik slick and sly giving him a mocking wave, "Hope you can find you way out abs you might as well take that wolf as well. Don't need old painful neglecting reminders for when your marriage is annulled."
 
Nik had learned a great deal in the last month and one them had been how to gauge an opponent, and how to not get so angry that he couldn't think straight. Granted, this demon was making the latter very difficult, but the halfbreed manage, listening with a cold, indifferent gaze. He raised a brow at Rune, looking the demon up and down just like he was being looked over and Nik didn't see anything that impressed him anymore. Maybe a few months ago he would have been intimidated, but nearly six months of varying degrees of hell had done more for him than the last seventy years had.

"Funny, you speak about putting labels and yet you do the same thing, Rune." Let the male wonder how he knew his name. "You've never met me, have never tested your will against mine and yet you assume you know me." Nik grinned, a savage nature lurking just beneath his eyes, more than a match for the creature before him whether the half-demon knew it or not. "I wouldn't be so quick to think that you can take my place, half-demon. I'm not willing to give it to you and you've not yet presented a convincing challenge to take it. Nor have you, I greatly suspect, let Lyra have a say in the matter and call me what you will, but I've always let her have a voice whether I agreed with it or not." He gave the other male a condescending look over once more. "Try doing your posturing after you've actually proved something. So far you don't have enough to impress me."

The halfbreed looked to Lyra then, knowing very well that even if she didn't look like she was paying attention, she was. "Hiding doesn't suite you, Lyra, and perhaps you should ask yourself why you feel the need to. You never have before." Is this what the demon city had done to her? Made her reliant upon people who would poison her to those that cared for her and only wanted the best for her? Maybe he'd left, but it was because he'd cared more for what Lyra wanted than what he'd needed. He always would. But to let Rune insult Nyaisah as well? Nya who had been faithful and comforting and always by Lyra's side of the past month even if she wasn't wanted?

That was not like the Lyra he knew at all and he couldn't believe that she didn't see that about herself.
 
"Oh smart one, knows my name brilliant." he dared a brow, "So you know who I am huh, Nik? Good on you, difficult task that must have been." he applauded lazily, rolling his eyes letting the creature speak as it apparently felt the need too, yawning at one point rubbing his eyes. Though his own ears perked to him asking if Lyra had a say. "your not much to replace, even standing here I can tell that much. Once royalty, disregarded like yesterdays trash and beaten like one as well. As for the impressing of you, I'll pass. I don't need to waste my time over upper class waste."

As he spoke down to that of th female half breed, Rune's previous mocking nature switched drastically. The threatening growl came out low, again putting himself further between him and her. "Watch your tongue igit, there's a difference between hiding and being shielded. You are speaking with myself not with her, got that?" Lyra glanced upwards to that of the demon male, letting her hand twine around his bicep before just shaking her head, drawn eyes dark and dull looked to Nik. "Go home Nik. And please take Nyaisha with, she's been miserable here and it's unfair of myself to have her with." the droll tone came out flat, Rune straightened out his back, "Thank you for even asking her to be around." a tip of her head and Lyra turned away beginning to walk into Cata.

Smirking Rune chuckled, "Take it as you wish small pickings, but she has her reasons for staying away from you. And you'd probably be wrong to as of why. Go back, and leave her be lowlife."
 
Dark rage clouded Nik's sight, an anger like he'd never felt before and the sky above him grew dark, a rumble in the clouds. His eyes swam black along the edges of the iris and for a long moment, the presence of lightning crackled in the air before the white-haired male let it fade again and he shook his head. His heart beat like a drum within his chest and he couldn't tell if it was anger or hurt that ran so strongly through him, or both. What he did know was that now was not the time nor the place for a fight, not when someone could get hurt who didn't deserve to be. It didn't make it any easier to look at the smug expression on Rune's face and reply back in a controlled way that could have frozen over the ocean.

"Do you honestly think that any name you can call me, any insult you can give or any pain you can inflict I haven't already gone through? Being away from her is the only thing that hurts me now, demon-scum and I've survived that, too. I'm not giving her up just because you, she or a million other people say I should. Get that through your thick skull if you can."

He moved away then, despite everything that shrieked at him to follow Lyra and demand to know what was going on, and mounted the horse who'd stood by calmly the whole time. Pale eyes found silver then. "Nyaisah, you're free to go with whoever you deem you should be with right now."

The werewolf looked between the two, torn, but she sprinted the way Lyra had gone and Nik nodded just slightly, pleased with her choice. And it had been hers, and hers alone to make. The two Elementals followed him as they left the street and Nik only closed his eyes against the tears that threatened when they were too far away to be seen. Dammit, Lyra! What home did he have to go back to? She was home.

And he'd be damned if he was going to let that slip through his fingers.
 
As they walked, Nyaisah sidling up beside her, Lyra threw him a sort of look that bordered on irritation and pity. "Was that necessary?"

Rune rolled his eyes crossing his arms firmly across his chest, "You're the one who wants to protect him, though he is proving more stubborn than I thought possible." he admitted openly exchanging a look to her. "Though your actions are moronic. Even with a partitioned mind, you should have been able to send him packing without back up."

Lyra looked away, "He should know better than coming back just for myself, it'll only cause him more suffering."

"So you said." Rune's tone lowered, "Aelyra-" first time in a while since he addressed her properly, "Do you honestly think that he will listen to reason. Elementals are stupid in general when it comes to things they can't have." she raised a brow to him, "Blood demon remember. I've seen and met other elementals before - they have a particular scent that just irks the senses, just because his aura is all muddled up in his human and sidhe blood doesn't mean he can get past me. Not to mention the light show he was summoning."

A sigh past her lips, "Niklomaus is smarter than this. I am not daft enough not to know the reasoning behind all that transpired to him was not because of someone trying to get rid of myself. Why would I want him to possibly suffer another monster climbing into his head because I pose a threat. It would be ignorant and brazenly stupid." she threw a look to Nyaisah making it clear she was not going to talk about what she might have to say. Even behind the dull stare, she was still ready to spit acid if it came to be.


"Well, guess he isn't that smart."
 
"We should leave."

"Feel free to go."

Sevore gave him a look of exasperation that Nik promptly ignored, his foot swinging over the edge of the roof and his focus on the city. The older Elemental looked to the younger, seeking aid that Tesna gave a snort at, shrugging. "Hey, he's made up his mind."

The fire male glared. "That's not helping."

"You seem to be doing a fine job of failing to convince an Elementai to change his mind all on your own." The teen smirked, going back to her notepad and Nik finally looked to Sevore, raising a brow and giving a pointed look with eyes alone to the roof. The fire male sighed again, but sat and Nik looked back to the streets below, the wind tousling his hair in an attempt at comfort. The white-haired male let it, but didn't really respond to the element he'd grown quite fond of in the last month. It had been the first to help him, the first to really want to interact with him.

"Arkne, you came, you saw her and you know what she wants. Is that not why you came back here?"

Silence reigned for a long few minutes before Nik spoke, frowning slightly and glancing between the water female and the fire male. "I know what she wants, yes, or what she claims to want...but I don't know why. That was the mistake I made in leaving. I didn't ask why she wanted me to and now I still don't know."

A shake of the head, question rhetorical. "Why must you always know why something is?" It was something he and Sevore had butted heads on more than once during training. The fire Elemental was content in knowing he could do something and he couldn't do something. But Nik was constantly wondering WHY there were limitations, why there was only a certain way of doing things and often times he'd startled his teachers with the way his mind worked to get around that which blocked him. Like the sword. He wasn't good at it. The elves had tried to teach him, the werewolves had tried to teach him and the Elementals had tried to teach him. All without success. So Nik had tried something else - twin blades. They were lighter, quicker and required a great deal more precision, but they'd taken to each other like a fish to water. If he couldn't learn something one way, he found a different way.

The same would be with Lyra. If he couldn't speak to her by just approaching her, if he couldn't get through to her with words, then he'd try something else. Time would dictate how he went about it, though. Right now, he had to wait and see the cards fate would deal.
 
The male left shortly upon arriving to the short term home she had been allowed to take residence of. Her father had thought and tried to convince her that living alone would be nothing short of a step backwards and he was content rather, he would have been gleeful to have her around in his home. But she still declined.

Rune had escorted her back much to her own indifference, muttering at her about her lack of discipline and brilliance to this whole new situation; her attention shifted to look at the smooth table with the paper pinned to it. Her father had been here, however long ago was a mystery.

Nimble fingers plucked it up as she hummed slightly letting the hollow ring come through, she nodded to herself. "It never existed. For the best for his welfare." she let it settle back down to the tabletop, walking through the house, disappearing into the back little wooden area that had been a sort of wash up room with a single drain in the floor; she nodded again to her resolve. Her father had made certain what had transpired was corrected, though she was surprised when he finally confronted her about the arranged marriage. He was irritated by it and knew that it was in a breach of his agreement with her mother. True she grew up with the elves but he still had much to say about how she was treated. Him and Regan never got along but the step father knew he could pick at her easier than Tiron.

With the treaty being dissolved, the marriage held no closure. Not to mention her father did not agree to it, as he was the father not Regan; a few strings pulled and she had been given the letter of a dissolved, never happened marriage.


Removing the dirty articles, Lyra closed the door to scrub down. Solitude echoing loud and clear in a nosy void.
 
Two weeks had given Nik enough time to know the city, to get a feel for the demons and to know that the majority of them didn't care about his presence. That was good. He didn't want any trouble from them and planned on giving them none in return as long as he could help it. With the wind and the earth and even the water's help, he was able to determine when Lyra was done with training, when she visited people and when she was alone. He knew it was unfair, but then again, so was finding out the marriage had been annulled without him even being warned beforehand. Did these people really think that because they'd met him in one state of mind that he didn't have others? Did they really believe that he'd gotten through the kind of life he had because he'd been weak? That made no logical sense.

No, he was stubborn and resilient and it had been Lyra herself - and her family - that had taught him as much. If anyone was to be blamed for the fact that he wasn't going to let this go and now had he confidence to pursue it and the anger to be vicious about it if he had to was Lyra herself. She'd picked him up, shown him what he could be and now he was. They'd all wanted him to be stronger and sure, he didn't sleep anymore and he refused to think about anything that had happened to him without a veil of anger between him and the memory, but wasn't that their version of strength? In his mind, he'd become exactly what they wanted and yet he was being told it still wasn't good enough. Nik felt he had the right to be angry about that.

Still, he knew it wasn't anger that was going to get through to Lyra and he didn't actually want to be angry with her. He simply didn't understand and she owed him at least that much of an explanation. She owed it to tell him just what he'd done wrong.

At the moment he was standing in front of her door, wondering if he was making a huge mistake, but knowing he really didn't have any other option. If she couldn't at least talk to him as a friend - and really, they'd been that first - then there wasn't going to be any hope of making this right in any form. So he knocked.
 
Rising from her chair setting aside the tome she had picked up a bit ago; she gave little thought to whom would be standing on her front entrance. Honestly, there were more than a few she could think of. Even still, pulling open the door, she was hardly expecting him.

It wasn't as if she hadn't heard he was still here, hanging onto something that was probably very poor in his judgment but that was his right to do. Not hers.


Looking up to him, Lyra blinked slowly not out of pure surprise but it was there inside the blasé stare. "Afternoon." she greeted nonetheless letting her cheek press against the side of the door watching, "Is there something you need attention with?"
 
This wasn't the Lyra he knew. Nik didn't know what was going on with her and why she was behaving this way, but this was not the she-elf he'd fallen in love with and it worried him. Still, she was not going to open up to him, that he already knew, and he also knew he probably walked a very thin line between her being polite - strangely so - and shutting the door in his face. So Nik gave her space, not trying to move in or touch her and kept his emotions under controlling, calm.

"I just wanted to see you. I know we aren't married anymore and I have no right to impose on you when you've told me to go." He searched her face for a moment before sighing and shrugging slightly. "I know that, but...I don't hate you, Lyra, and I don't think you hate me. We were friends after we were enemies and I don't understand why we can't still be friends even if you want to be nothing more." Nik rubbed his hands on his pants, suddenly nervous all over again, something he'd not been in a while. "I don't understand what I did wrong and if it was that horrible, and I truly hurt you, then I'll leave. But I don't feel it right that you won't at least tell me why you want nothing to do with me anymore."
 
He was rambling, she blinked again cocking her head to the right before she let out a soft exhale. "No we are not married, that is just the fact of things as for friends I never said otherwise now did I?" dull azure orbs were trained carefully to him. "It was not you who did the terrible actions, I have decided my own actions for your benefit. A clear mind and some deeper thought proved one thing to me; "


She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, "I hurt myself more than you could, though you disappearing only helped but that was still my fault. I turned you away to spare you any more attacks from whom ever or whatever has a keen interest in your mind. Every time someone attacked, they were trying to either make you killed me, or pull away. It was cruel of me to even inflict that sort of thing on you so I decided that I would not. You are not to blame and if that is everything Niklomaus, then please have a good day. I will not keep you a moment longer."
 
She had done all this....to protect him? Suddenly the anger he felt dissolved completely and Nik looked at the she-elf in a new light, his gaze becoming far more patient and gentle. Now he understood. She was being stupid, but she was doing it from a place of caring and that eased some of the vice around the halfbreed's heart. She didn't feel any different and she was hurting herself by doing this just as much as she was hurting him...but that didn't mean that there was no coming back from this.

Nik wanted to argue with her, to point out the flaws in her ideas and tell her exactly what had been happening in the last month, what he'd discovered, but he knew that was not an approach to take right now. She wouldn't listen right now. He'd done this before, though. He'd drawn her out of herself before, had coaxed her to trust him and he could do it again. It would take time, though, and now that he realized she didn't hate him, he felt he could do it.

"I understand." He wasn't going to say anymore than that at this point. The halfbreed smiled a bit and he tilted his head. "Lyra, I would like to see you again. I still want to be your friend and I still care for you. Will you let me be part of your life, even a little?"
 
He really was persistent but she knew that already. He wouldn't have hung around all this time just because for no good apparent reason and she had an inkling to his ideas. Having the emotions of her inner self tied back securely behind the veil of her own self, she shrugged to him.


"I doubt I would have a say to your question. You are very much the man who doesn't take no as an answer and I can see the many changes in yourself." Lyra turned away looking into the house, "You may do as you wish, I hold no control of you or will tell you what you may or may not do. If that is your desire, then you should do it for your own self." stepping away from the door, she looked him over again slowly, "Is that all? I should go and return to that of Rune, if you are finished."
 
Stars, it was so hard not to step closer and just envelope her in his arms, to hold her and tell her everything would be all right. To promise her that none of this had been her fault and that it wouldn't happen again. He had missed her terribly and still did, but while he'd taken steps toward improvement - in certain areas and not in others - she'd seemed to have a regression and he had to be careful with that. At least until he had a better idea of how to approach this new situation. He'd learn, though, and quickly. For Lyra he would do that.

In the meantime, though...

He didn't deny her words about his stubbornness and simply smiled a bit, only half feeling it, but needing to. For both of them. "I will see you later then. Have a good day, Lyra." He knew she'd reached her limit so he said nothing more, turning around and leaving...no matter how hard it was. He'd done it before and this time he knew it wouldn't be as long before he saw her again....or part of her. The Lyra he knew was not there, but he had faith that she would be again.
 
Watching him leave her to close her front door, she jumped down the pair of steps letting her hands tuck into the hemline of her pockets, content to the moment. It didn't take long to mill around and finally find where Rune had been stationed at.

Ears flicked, eyes turned and a grin spread across his face. "Princess,"

"Rune,"

A brow flick and he wrinkled his nose, "You smell of that elemental." what a beautiful welcome, "Is he still hanging around like a bad habit."

"It is his choice, not mine. I will not imparting my thoughts to him, he is clearly wanting to maintain a relationship." Rune flicked his eyes around, smirking before he made a motion with his hands. "Yes?"

"Separate back into what you need yourself to be." his finger drew up and down, "This partitioned mind of yours grows boring and tedious, I much rather enjoy a good romping scrap with your spitfire nature than this one." Shifting her weight to one foot over the other perching her hands to her hips, a tug of a smirk as she released the hold letting a life respark into her gaze. His ears lifted letting the devilish grin touch his own lips. "Much better, I still fail to see why you revert to such a holy tactic that is meant for monks instead of demons." closing the distance between, he looped a grasp around her waist tugging her forward as she let out a snip of a growl at him.

"You know exactly why I do it, to maintain the emotional from my demon side from progressing into my elven side." Lyra smacked his hands causing the male demon to grin all the more looming over her. "I don't overly care whether or not you approve or not. Who are you to tell me otherwise?"

"Is that a challenge?"


"When isn't it?"
 
The next month passed at a good speed, but not always fast enough for Nik. He was learning patience, though, a patience he couldn't rush in any way and couldn't change in any way. It was good for him, as Tesna pointed out, but it didn't mean he liked it overmuch. Still, he was finding that life in Cata wasn't much different for him than life in Faradar had been and he passed the time getting to know everyone willing to give him the time of day. The demons had been a bit wary of him at first, his Elemental blood giving them pause, but he'd slowly won them over in the same way he had the elves. He was a helping hand where it was needed, a listening ear, a babysitter to weary parents, patient and skilled at anything he put his hands to and willing to learn, willing to work hard to learn.

It soon became that he knew nearly everyone around him for a ten block radius and that distance was only expanding. He had nothing else to do, nowhere to go and despite Sevore's protests, he had not desire to leave. After about two weeks, the fire male had left to go to the Elemental Tribe - a recently joined group - and Tesna had stayed, far less inclined to try and keep Nik in line. Not that either of them had power over him and they knew it. No, she tended to stay behind with Nyaisah when the werewolf came to visit, the two females getting along fantastically.

Nik, for his part, never forgot why he was here, why he was staying in this city. He kept a careful watch on the one person here that he couldn't live without, but more often than not she didn't really see much of him. When he interacted with her, it was in a caring, patient and friendly manner. He made it clear that he still held affection for her, but didn't push the fact. He was a friend, she'd given him leave to be that to her and so Nik was...while at the same time trying to make sure that her heart understood he still loved her even if she didn't want to acknowledge it to him or herself.

He took to leaving her things. Foods he had made by a cook he now knew specially for her, elven dishes he knew she liked and had to be missing. She'd find it on her table when she came home at night along with a note that would read 'I promise I didn't cook it. It's edible!'. A small weapon, a dagger or a new whetting stone for her sword were things she'd find on a dresser or waiting in a doorway. A hair-clip with the detail of a fox curled up in leaves showed up one day with the note; 'To see your eyes is to see a truly unbreakable spirit. Let them show'. A new belt was left on her dresser recently as her old one was breaking. Little odds and ends seemed to show up within a day after she expressed any need for them and Nik was never seen. He left notes on her door each day without fail. Things like; 'smile!', 'you're doing a good with your training', 'check your dresser', 'I swear it tastes better than it looks!', 'you are beautiful today, hugrekki einn' and 'breathe, you'll get through it'.

He tried to show her in every way he could that he was still there and he wasn't leaving.
 
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Watching those eyes turn wide as she lunged at him, proverbial claws stretched out, Rune barrel round sideways trying to escape her before he was cursing colorfully. As wily and well trained as he was, he was rubbing off on her more than he thought. His fangs bared at her as she hooted at the fact she had managed to land a strike, he was quite the sour puss as he walked her back to her place. "It was a lucky strike."

"Says you!" Lyra grinned widely, not reverting so quickly back to the partitioned mind. Bouncing forward Rune was muttering in the demonic tongue she had come to learn, though a minor spark of a grin told her he was actually impressed with her. And honestly that made her feel, normal. Not like she was about to go flying off the handle or was drowning in the ocean of emotions. It was welcomed.

Though in the recent events she had come to see how Nik was trying to sway her emotions again, playing the part of the past self leaving little things here and there. He was really desperately trying and she was afraid, no she was terrified to the brinks of her soul. There was still that drive that told her that she wanted to be locked up in his grasp but knowing that he had been attacked not once, not twice but apparently three times in his mind and she was merely the one thing that had been that weakness that had to be either destroyed, it made her extremely hesitant.

"I smell wood burning," he nudged her hard enough to force her to stumble a step, huffed at him watching the half breed scoff at her. "You think any harder and your mind may implode."

Then she had to come to terms that she was also being plagued with other emotions. Ones new and familiar to not just Nik but she was feeling them towards the male demon. Each were the same and each were different.

Nik was calm, gentle and tender with his actions, never pushing never wanting to inflict something against someone that might cause them harm. Rune was the opposite, he was feral, aggressive and passionate behind his own motives. He was willing to drive someone to their brinks without a care but he was intimate about it as much as it didn't seem like it. She felt pulled apart. "You're staring, what's your problem?"

Lyra frowned turning her nose upwards as they came up close to the house allowing her to step up onto the front porch, "You're my problem."

"Good, I was worried for a second that I wasn't that painful thorn in your side." his gaze darted around to consider the house, wrinkled his nose and exhaled softly. He made no qualms in disliking Nik, for a varying of reasons. What she knew about both men was they were both equally possessive. He growled in his throat, stepping up seemingly not overly liking the idea that Nik's scent was all over the place. "He marches all over this place as if it was his own." he spoke loud enough for her to hear.

"He is allowed to do as he wishes, just as you are. I do not make his decisions or yours Rune. Why must I say this every time?"

His brow perked, a grin spread as she felt him step up behind twining his grasp around the door handle stopping her from entering. "Is that so? You aren't going to saddle either of us, I find that quite entertaining." his free hand pushing the long stretch of her hair aside exposing her neck. "Such an appealing little thought for you to utter."

She stifled a shudder, "Rune, don't push." she spoke to him as he seemed to lift his chin to the idea.


"Or, I ignore what you say and do as I wish seeing as you won't control my actions." Lyra flicked her gaze across her shoulder, letting out a flush of a gasp as his grasp gripped around her waist pulling her back to his chest. "I make no qualms about my actions and I don't pussyfoot around either Lyra." she felt the nip of fangs to her jawline, before he released his hold taking a step back as she flushed into a crimson blush. "You're not much different from other woman wanting someone who is capable of pushing your limits, taking control of the situation as much as you protest but within reason. Not to hurt but to let the heat and passion show through. This will be, interesting."
 
Nik let the wind go, unsure about what he felt regarding the information it had relayed to him. He kept his arms loosely wrapped around the tops of his knees, fingers clasped in front of him with only a few fingers as he looked over Cata. He liked this roof. It gave him a sense of peaceful freedom when he felt at his wildest states. Tesna knew to leave him alone when he came up here, but Nyaisah was a bit more reckless and even now the werewolf came padding over and her form shifted down to that of a wolf before she laid down at his side, silver eyes glancing into his own gaze.

"You're restless again." It took some skill and effort to speak 'animal' to Nik, but the she-wolf managed it and Nik 'read' her just fine, sighing as he shrugged his shoulders just slightly. "I'm fine."

"Your eyes are going black." She said it rather calmly, placing her head on her paws and Nik touched below his eye, feeling the heat of the silvery markings there, telling him he wasn't quite as in control as he'd like to be. "When was the last time you slept? You're running yourself ragged."

"Not much else to do."

The canine tilted her head, looking to him and black-blue eyes looked back at her briefly before looking away again, a strong wind coming to pull at both their clothes and hair before Nik sent it away, knowing it was only reacting to his emotions. He was just lucky there were only a few dark clouds in the sky due to that today. And no shaking earth. Also a good sign. Nyaisah huffed slightly. "What are you going to do if she picks demon-boy?"

The clouds above darkened. Nik sighed and shook his head. "Move on."

The canine raised her head, giving him an incredulous look that Nik returned with an eye-roll as he reached out and ran his hand down her neck and fur. "I can't make her love me, Nyaisah. She loved me once just for who I was and if she can still do that, then we will be fine. We can try again, but I am not going to be someone I am not for her. If she wants to pretend I never happened then that is her decision. I will fight for her, I will comfort her, I will provide for her and I will respect her choices in life even if we argue and I don't agree with her. That is what I can offer and Lyra knows it. I have made perfectly clear where I stand. She's not stupid. She has to choose what she wants now and if I truly love her, I will let her. She told me to leave and I have been pursuing her, but I am not going to overwhelm her with me and I am not going press upon her when she tells me to stop. That is lust, not love."

Nyaisah blinked. "So....you haven't thought about this at all." That canine yipped in laughter as he aimed a smack for her head and she darted away. It got him to smile, though.
 
It was strange just to sit there looking outwards to the city in a state that was once upon normal. The bubbling froth of excitement, irritation, everything. She decided to stay out of the neutral state for a while, letting the rumbling thoughts coexist in her mind loudly and obnoxiously. It felt... welcoming. Mortal.

Still...

Eyes narrowed, scratching her head weighing out everything that was before her. There were so many things left up in the air and it was more with one party than the other. That was one of the things she really started to like about Rune, he was up front. As he said, he didn't dance around the truth, no he came out to say it whether she liked it or not. He didn't take the time to weigh his options out on her emotions, but rather said and acted how he felt and let her decided from there.

Nik was the opposite. He was aloof, liked to do things in quiet and gentle ways hoping to spur little actions without pushing her too far. Being gentle and patient not going in for what he might have wanted or not without carefully putting his options out first.

Each acceptable but each holding different actions. She knew Nik still had feelings but she didn't know if he was just holding onto what was and hoping she would just be that way again. She was content before in just being with him knowing that things were okay when they were but everything had stress to it. And it was because those monsters wanted to destroy him. And then she knew Rune was very open about his feelings to her, taking actions in an assertive manner that stirred a primal spark in her gut that actually had her wanting to see where it all ended. She was comfortable with Nik but Rune was new. But she was comfortable with Nik! That had to stand for something and yet why did she feel so conflicted.


Fussing with the blond hair letting her gaze close, she sat there debating. Nik was love and Rune was intimacy; both of them without the other that did not have. "Goddesses, maybe I should just dig a hole and disappear."
 
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