Ouroboros Spine my father bleeds history

Peachy keen with me, yo. <3

She too, withheld the intensity of their prior meeting. He could feel that tension rise until it almost held an electric current, just as he could sense Viggo's joy melting away. That in itself affected them both, and Mordecai eased in his stance as she did. While their dislike of each other was evident, it seemed that Ptarmigan had her own surprises about her as well. A key component that had been missing in their first chance meeting, yet another name that caused him to bring his gaze to her once more. But this time, it held curiosity.

“We haven't been properly introduced,” he said offhandedly to Viggo as he studied her. “But it would seem that we all have something in common. My father's mother was an Endore.” In some sort of convoluted way, Mordecai supposed that made them all related to one another. Just how, he had no idea. He had never met his grandmother, nor had Leviathan ever really divulged the details of his youth at any length. Of course, the same could have been said of his relations with Viggo, too. His brother's grandson, yet they had been more like brothers than anything else because of their age.