Ira drew in deep breaths, drinking in her scent hungrily, knowing that he didn't want this moment to end. If he knew how to freeze them in that moment he would have; and that knowledge frightened him. Eventually his curse had caught up to Jinx, too. The pallid Princeling trembled slightly, not wanting to acknowledge the severity in which he cared for Bones but not wanting to lose her by denying it, either. He was conflicted, though feeling such was nothing inherently new for him. He accepted her apology silently. He was sorry too. He regretted that they had fought, and that he hadn't been there for her in her final moments. Yet, regret wouldn't bring Jinx back. Bones changed the subject and Ira found that he didn't mind. He had dwelt too much on his mother's death for too long and all it had done was confuse and drive the knife a little bit deeper into his chest. He had sought Fox to distract himself, but he had found something much better. Perhaps Jinx's Bear Gods had not given up on him, after all. Not that Ira was religious, but somehow they had found their way to this point. There Bones was right in front of him.
Ira shivered slightly when he felt her nose touch the marred flesh of his neck.
“Of course I came for you,” The Princeling sniffed in an arrogant manner that was an echo of his old self. His heart wasn't quite into it as of late but he did not want to wallow in his devastation forever. Life went on and he did not want to be left behind. Defiance was apart of his charm, after all. “You're my girl, Bones. Besides I'm pretty sure we talked about mateship and children...I mean I can't share my superior genes with just anyone.” He teased her lightly though his words were sincere. They were young and had just been kids when they had spoken of that stuff but Ira hadn't forgotten. He didn't want anyone else. Even if Bones no longer liked him ...it didn't matter to Ira. He was annoyingly determined like that. “You're the only one I want.” He admitted in a manner that was almost demure and definitely un-Ira-like. Ira snorted softly when she said that he didn't fail her, but despite her assurance it had still felt like a failure to the Princeling. A success would have been breaking her free and taking her far away from that cesspit she had been born into.
“Apparently you're not my damsel in distress, hm?” Ira smirked at her, brazenly making to brush his muzzle against hers. That was okay because he wasn't a hero. “Did they hurt you? Are you ok? Are you safe now?” He asked her; for her safety was one of the most important things to him.
