Doomed and Determined Snippets

Meet Zephyr's parents

    "Maybe..." There was something more, he could tell.

    "Come now, Sweetheart," he urged, leaning down to be face to face, trying his best puppy-dog face. It did something he assumed by the way her shoulders seem to shake in a silent laugh. It couldn't have been that bad, could it?

    "You're terrible," Or maybe it could have been. Oh well, he tried. "You said earlier you wouldn't blow up?" His brow furrowed, head tilting some more. At this point, he was almost waiting for her to tell him she'd murdered someone and buried him in her backyard.

    "I, Zerxes Parastin Verath," There's scoff and a light smack against his chest, "Promise that whatever you did, I will not blow up." A heartbeat, "Unless you cheated on me, then I'd be more offended I wasn't invited." The slap he received was real this time and actually stung a bit.

    "Zerxes." She hissed, and it almost surprised him the way she did so. Almost. She could be threatening, but he was sure she'd be more apt to slap him again then set him on fire. A beat, "My parents...are from a more...higher tier." another beat.

    "And?" He's sure she stopped breathing at her response. Should he be calling for a cleric? Was it normal for people to stop breathing much in the space of an hour?

    "Their high up?" He rose a brow in response, waiting for some punch line.

    "Darling," He sat up straighter, watching as finally began uncurling for the almost defeated position she had put herself in. "Light of my life, Lovebug," He had a few more names but the unimpressed look he was receiving told him to stop... he could continue later when bruises weren't being threatened... Or when he had enough time and room to lunge off the stool and run for it. Whichever came first. "I have no issue with you coming from high stock or whatever you wish to call it." And I've called them many things. Which now that he thinks about it, was probably where she has gotten most, or all, of her nerves from. Well, shit. Did I fuck that up? One of them was more than likely going to die from all the emotions flying around the room. The tears started again and his own chest clenched tight in panic.

    "Mo chroí," He began, how is it she made him so soft? But once again he had an armful of the tinier tiefling, almost knocking him off the stool in the process. There was a flow of happy...babble coming from her. He wasn't sure if he was hearing it all, the words here and then gone, but what did it matter? Even if he was sure he heard something about sunflowers in there somewhere, and he did not want to repeat an explanation for what he was sure her parents did for that one summer, she was smiling and nothing else mattered at the moment.

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    Nothing mattered until it meant him having to play dress up. The suit was tight and not comfortable, and Murvenvu smirked at him the whole time from the doorway the shit, but he had to look 'proper' or so he said. If looks could kill, his uncle would have been six feet under. His aunt, Daevaris, seemed to share the same thought. The two had made a game of making faces at each other while Murvenvu was looking away, and he appreciated the almost subtle way of trying to help him...accidentally find a tear or trip into something.

    No one said his Uncle was stupid though, and he was sure that he knew exactly what was going on. It didn't stop them from having fun though.

    "I'm sure my dressing up won't help me win any favors," He muttered, tugging at the sleeves.

    "Maybe not," He caught his uncle's eyes, there was little question if him and his mother where related. He looked so much like her as he ran his eyes over him, searching for anything wrong. "But it's not going to hurt either."