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the little dove he had claimed as his own had never considered such a possibility. he could see it there, across her face, the pure stricken fear she had of ending up with him. it...actually soured him. the brooding, Wide Fang, found himself narrowing his brows.

in another world, one so distant and untamed, he, too, would have ended up recluse in paradise. with a previous wife—toshalla— at his side, but instead of forging a legacy with him, she chose to forge the monster that writhed in his chest.

faust could only offer her one answer. one stretch of words that had him changing his disposition, taking one foot outside of the den and pivoting to look back at her terrified, snow-kissed form.

i don't know.

because he didn't. maybe she reminded him of what he could not have, always chasing, being the prodigal son of icarus. faust had a habit of wanting things that were, simply, too close to the sun.