follow that star and on toward the morning

*Ira Nox* · September 25, 2014, 07:52 AM

That's fine with me. :-)

Ira wasn't particularly sure why he ended up wondering to the bank of Duck Lake considering his horrendous dislike of the feathered avians that dwell there, as the namesake suggested. He had no real purpose there other than he had wanted to get out of Swiftcurrent Creek for a bit. There was unrest within the pallid Princeling, but he wasn't sure what to do with it. He belonged with Bones, or rather she belonged with him, this he felt to the very marrow of his bones (ha) but he couldn't say that he felt he belonged with Swiftcurrent Creek. Whatever chances he had at Blacktail Deer Plateau with Bones had been utterly destroyed, partially at his own doing, admittedly. There was a part of Ira that did regret that, that had been looking forward to meeting Atticus, that had hoped to make something of a decent impression on her father. Of course, Ira hadn't forgotten Bones' insistence that they were just friends, that after the abuse she had suffered she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to have a relationship like that. Ira understood the best that he could, glad that at least he had her. She was all that he felt he had left and he wouldn't lose her again. He would fight his curse for a thousand years, for the rest of eternity if that was what it took to make sure that it didn't take her away from him again. He had already lost Jinx. He wasn't sure that his heart could take the loss of Bones a second time.

Silver eyes stared, unseeingly out at the water, absently watching it's rippling surface, floating with downy feathers from the birds that occupied it, cringing slightly to himself when one of them would let out a loud call to it's partner. About the only thing he truly liked about ducks was that they mated for life, and if their partner died they did not find another mate. It was kind of ...sweet. It wasn't enough to convince Ira to change his general opinion on them but it counted for something even if it was a tiny change in his opinion towards the better. Ira was drawn out of his thoughts in surprise when he felt someone slid against him, suspecting it was Bones in the next second as he felt her friendly nuzzle. “Oh?” Ira inquired giving her his undivided attention when she spoke of their future. “And what about our future?” Ira couldn't deny that he liked the way that it sounded, having, admittedly, been a little bit afraid that she would decide that he wasn't worth the trouble of keeping around — because Ira knew that Bones could do so much better than him. No matter how he felt about her, he knew that. His insolent tendencies had been encouraged in his early youth and it was too little, far too late to try to change.