[OOC] Sorry he's turned into "Pervert Aleo" definite PP tell me if you want it changed. *cries at her own poop post* Shiloh's arrival wasn't a happy or even remotely friendly, the bottle was broken against the wall, sending crimson liquid drops flying. A low unappreciative rumble in his throat followed. She spat at him, words Aleo particularity didn't like. He wasn't supposed to be here? He stood up, his stature dominant and towering over her. His voice was low and threatening, hopefully the more primal and dominant side of him wouldn't unleash itself. "I, not supposed to be here? You're lucky I didn't go running off! I love you enough to stick around." Aleo didn't rush to her side and try to comfort her as the hushed pained sounds came from her grey and white maw. Judging from her attitude towards the dusky behemoth, it was a stupid idea. In his drunken state the d'Lanri man was surprisingly agile. She was crying, and most likely hated him. He hadn't been there to save them. "You know I couldn't have been there, I was half way across Ichika, I didn't even know, and now you blame me for what happened? And don't you once think that you're the only one hurting. We both lost a lot from this. I fucking love you Shiloh. Why would I ask you to be my mate? Why would I take you to bed with me? Just because I like...to fuck women? No its only ever been you! Why would I want to be the father of the children? Just because I want to? I would've been there." This time his scarred black arm reached for his mate's face, wanting to feel her soft fur in his palm. "Why do you think I'm sitting here with some booze? To celebrate? You know it's not that Shiloh." His voice didn't soften, it held a harsh sharpness just oozing with dominance. He stepped away, just a little bit to recollect the thoughts swirling in his non-sober mind. Other than the harsh attitude he was displaying, an extreme wash of embarrassment fell over the dark man like a dark veil to find that he was turned on by this situation. A small traitorous stirring in his jeans made him stiffen some more, it was unacceptable for this to even happen. Shiloh had a sure inner fire, it wasn't easy to ignore. He knew he was an idiot, but it wasn't something the man could easily control considering his body acted on its own accord. Aleo turned in a way so his mate couldn't see the new update on his feelings. Praying that Shiloh didn't notice, in his mind, Aleo cursed himself for being a sick bastard, to actually think those lecherous thoughts at a time like this. It was instantly blamed on the animalistic side of him, the instinctual pull and primal dominance. His children were dead for fuck sakes! With a gruff "Where's Sarian?" Shiloh didn't have to answer him, he didn't care either way. He just wanted to know if he failed to save the child that adored him so. The man's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, feelings and thoughts. He said nothing, but his purple eyes burned both anger and in uncontrollable drunken lust. It was fortunate that the dark Kenpo didn't meet her eyes for that moment. She'd think him perverted and a tramp for thinking of more primal and sexual thoughts when he should be mourning for the death of his pups. But he was, the grief he felt had him not lashing out at the woman he did too love so dearly. He turned away from her direction, and softly murmured "I don't want to leave, but if you've found you're finished with me I will go." Aleo did love her, he was so easily captivated by this woman, she was fiery and had spirit. In all ways a real woman. Shiloh had wrapped him around her finger, if she left him that would be the end of it. He turned and simply slowly walked to the bedroom, stretching out on the bed that he, Shiloh and sometimes Sarian shared. He huffed a sigh and lay right back. If told to stay out of her life, he would probably obediently do so. But of course he would leave Ichika, find somewhere to stay for the night and further so. He and Shiloh didn't even get a wedding from Ichika and it had the man wondering as to why, it probably had nothing to do with her rank so the d'Lanri didn't ponder on that idea. The ebony titan glanced outside the window, watching the walls sway from his alcohol-blurred vision. Shiloh didn't deserve an asshole like him, no one really did. Running an exasperated hand through his black hair, the masculine coywolf wanted to call to Shiloh. Tell her it was alright and hold her close to him, neverless his dark lips couldn't form the desired words that he wanted to say. Finally after a few moments of unrest, he called to his mate. "Shiloh, Lay with me, let's talk this over!" If Shiloh noticed his recent show of wanton, of course she wasn't going to lay with him. The male would never force her into anything that she wouldn't want to do "I just want to talk." The mascu's words were simple, even in his drunken state he wanted to make things better, bring out some good from the screw-ups he always made. Aleo never saw the faces of his children but he could imagine the turmoil when they passed. He should be grateful that he didn't lose the one woman that had stolen his fire, and he was. But Shiloh didn't seem to be loving him at the moment and it hurt, like a knife in the chest. She entered the room, quietly but before she could come to the large bed, he smelled wounds and weepy flesh. He leaped from the bed the second he saw the large gash in her waist. He staggered slightly over to Shiloh and hesitantly nosed at the large wound. "Fuck. I'm not going to lose you this time." He placed a sloppy hand on the opposite side of her waist and studied the weepy flesh. "You're bleeding again." Grabbing an old shirt of his, he ripped it and pressed it against the injury. Standing back to his full height once again, Aleo's voice came an octave softer. Showing signs of his usual caring self. "I love you Shiloh. I hate myself for not being there. I would've jumped right in there for you, killed myself to save you. If you had died I would probably have too. I'm such a dick. Forgive me. Your life lost would have ruined mine. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." After the long speech, Aleo tilted his head ever so slightly to kiss her, not a sloppy lick but a real kiss where he managed to worm his tongue into her mouth and mold her wolfish lips with his own. He held her there for a few moments, cradling her gently as if her body was the most delicate and valuable snowflake. She was allowed to pull away, he held her in almost no grip. The boy intended to show his love for her, hand still pressing the homemade bandage against her waist, the other gently cupping the side of the side of her face. He didn't care about her scars, they showed her strength and ability to thrive and survive. In his eyes they were a symbol of true beauty. Shiloh was his queen and even she wasn't going to change that. Pulling away from the soft kiss, his words were clearly stated. "Don't leave me."
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