Doomed and Determined Snippets

Meet Zephyr's parents

    "You didn't do this for Daevaris," he shot back, but then almost wished the words could be taken back. Murvenvu meet his eyes hard, and he was sure if hadn't of been this man nephew and the situation was different, there would of been no doubt there would of been blood.

    "You seem to forget that neither of us had any family to impress at that moment," He almost wished his aunt hadn't gone to check in on Zephyr, but then again probably would be fighting a united front.

"I didn't mean it like that," He grumbled and Murvenvu sighed, fingers coming to pinch the bridge of his nose, in a way he'd seen his mother do many times. Would they dress up when meeting her too? Would she even want to meet his mother?

    "Stop thinking," he blinks at the gentle shove, Murvenvu shaking his head at him. "Stop thinking, and act." Stop thinking? Was such a thing possible? There's an irritated sigh from beside him, even as he's dragged out of the room. Something about are all the men in this family curse to think before everything? And Zerxes holds back the responding that includes you Uncle. On the tip of his tongue.

    They'd made it to the town, into the inn, and then they separated to 'Spruce up' as the adults called it. When his Uncle told him to stop thinking, he was sure he did not mean to stop everything and stand there like an idiot. He'd been pulled out of the room, hauled to the foot of the stairs and he almost wanted to make some sort of sarcastic remark, but it died on his tongue as he turned his eyes upward. His brain stopped working.

    He was sure he'd never seen her in a dress before, and maybe that was because it was too breathtaking that the world would die? Maybe that was a little much, but who else in his mind was there to judge but himself? There's a moment of worry, the worry of would he make her look worse just by being beside her? But the thought is shoved away at the gentle push against his spine. His eyes shot towards his uncle, before coming back.

    He'd been expected some ball gown to be honest. One of those giant hop skirts, Zephyr was never one to do things halfway. Just another reason you love her, whispered some dark corner of his mind, and he ignored it. It was some combination of see-through lavender mix with a powdery? Blue, either way, it seemed... her.

    "No hoop?" He muttered jokingly when she came within reach, holding one hand out. She huffed, but he could spot that tiny smile. There's a brief moment, one where he entertains the idea of outside, the colors of white and black. People gathered and not in this dingy inn- and it's gone the next.

    "Would you prefer me to be in one?" He hums, something unfurling in his chest as she places her hand in his. Has she always been this much...tinier than him? Why did they let her go running into danger again?

     "Does it matter what anyone else prefers?" He knows they're not alone, but what does it matter. "As long as you feel comfortable that's all that matters." She laughs at him, and their off. He almost wondered if this is some weird illusion, he's never been one to be soft, gentle, mushy, romantic. He'd more than certainly never gone to meet one of the his.....conquests parents before. It hadn't mattered before.

    The house they'd stopped at was not what he was expecting. If he was being honest. Sure, it looked nice from the outside. But it didn't seem...lived in. There was none of that energy that Zerxes had gotten used to over the years and it set something off. He tried his best to not show his own panicking thoughts as he followed Zephyr up the steps, just a step behind. He was more then sure if he panicked, she'd follow after him. Then they'd both be panicking idiots standing in front of a house.

    The knocking sound echoing from where he stood, and it just made him frown, taking a quick glance at Zephyr, before turning his eyes back towards the door. Was it too late to run? He was sure he could drag them back to that bush a few feet away and hide there until it was safe to return home-When did he start thinking of it as home?-