Cole was rather wordless when he was bringing Nephele back to the valley. Her storm wrought demeanor had set a discourse of thunder through his body, tormenting him with the hanging thoughts of "what-ifs" and that he could be there for her. But he wasn't often caught so smitten, so determined.
It was her daughters.
It had been no secret that Cole had a soft spot for children— Ameline's own had grown on him like a parasite, even making him break a smile here and there.
But two daughters. A grief-stricken mother. God, it was just the works for him to fall into the deep end. He cleared his throat, looking behind him at Nephele as they entered the valley.
When deep enough into the valley, Cole halted his step.
It was her daughters.
It had been no secret that Cole had a soft spot for children— Ameline's own had grown on him like a parasite, even making him break a smile here and there.
But two daughters. A grief-stricken mother. God, it was just the works for him to fall into the deep end. He cleared his throat, looking behind him at Nephele as they entered the valley.
Ameline's a nice woman. She'll treat 'ya right, and them.He motioned to her daughters behind.
When deep enough into the valley, Cole halted his step.
We'll be okay.He uttered, if not for her, then them. He tilted his head back and summoned his Lady of the Valley.
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