#noctiuagus

it's not that he had planned it at all, he was simply supposed to attend the wedding. supposed happy union, even if it looked anything but. and then the mating bond had snapped into place. if she had looked happy, if she had looked in love, he would have said nothing. no matter how much it had hurt to live with it, she would have been happy. and that's all he wants for her. he won't demand anything of her, if she never want to see him again, if she never want to talk to him again, then he will carry it. find a way to live with it.     ❝   i am sorry,   ❞      his voice is low, a softer tennor than usual as he stands infront of her. the wedding went up in chaos shortly after his declaration, but she didn't have to marry the other high fae any more. there's a slight bow of his head. ❝   i wish it had come out a different way, and i won't ask anything of you. nothing at all,   ❞

she wanders this evening, though, taking in the beautiful sights as the sun begins to set over the water. mor stands in the sand, wind blowing blonde locks as she closes her eyes and inhales deeply. talks are going well, or as well as can be expected, but air is what she needs now... air and open space. there are others around her, but very few have approached the female for any reason. it's no surprise, given how things had ended the last time her high lord and lady had been here as friends to the high lord of the summer court. they'd betrayed him, had betrayed his trust, and that's why mor is here.

“Yes, yes I am.” He wrapped her up in his cloak, easily picking the slight vampire up from the ground and carrying her towards the room he had rented earlier that night. 

Look at the dagger in his chest. And then up on a person who hold it. And down again, and up. Why was…?

“Dianne…?” was that her name? Gavin was too shocked to remember correctly.

"Don't." He growled, pointing a finger at her before he turned away.