Broken Antler Fen let's show them we are better

He had changed. No longer was he the same carefree, easygoing soldier he had been when he first arrived at Teekon Wilds. Now, he was different. Now, Nico was more like Sargent than he cared to admit. Except, perhaps, without the more gregarious and womanizing aspects that defined, at least, a quarter of his alter ego's personality. Still, Nico recognised and knew of the change, and though he refused to admit it out loud, he knew that slowly, he was becoming more like Sargent. He'd be lying if he said it didn't scare him, or affect him in any way, because it did, but he suppressed it - he didn't want to think about him.

Instead, Nico turned his thoughts to Aeronwyn. He found it easier to contemplate the problems between them than the problems between himself. But before the man could dwelve deeply into the complications in their relationship, he found himself confronted with the sight of her familiar, yet at the same time, unfamiliar, ghostly silver pelt. Nico's ears twitched, and slowly, almost tiredly, he lifted his crown, straightened himsellf and met her gaze evenly. Unfathomable apple green orbs meeting pale steel-coloured ones.

His name slipped past her lips and he was taken aback with surprise - he'd forgotten how long it had been since they'd actually had a full one-on-one conversation. Nicolas had forgotten how his name sounded from her lips, and slowly, a melancholic smile, filled with underlying bitterness tugged at the corner of his lips. It stayed for barely a second before fading into the shadows on his face. 

The soldier canted his head in a thoughtful manner and regarded her softly, curiously."Aeronwyn," he murmured in his lilting accent, rolling the word around his tongue. Nico had caught the look in her eyes, something akin to worry or fear, or trepidation - he wasn't quite sure what it was but it gave him a sense of wonder. After all, for some strange reason, the sterling soldier had always thought that he cared more about their relationship than she did. 

"We need to talk," Nico enunciated clearly, expression carefully wiped clean. Watching her with calculating eyes, he spoke once more. "Now. We need to talk now."