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It was uncertain if the young male noted the soft blush beneath the ivory cheeks of the young woman. If he did, he hid it well. In the past he would have reacted to such a thing with rosy cheeks of his own, but he had changed. Little seemed to be able to push him off his feet—not even the shock that had taken him back when he had realized that he would have to take up the responsibility of a leader when Haku’s terror had ended. It was not that he went untouched by everything around him, but he seemed able to cope well in ways he had not imagined was possible. Chaos could still reign within his chest and head, but he found that there was always a tranquillity he could put on to create a thin mask of control.
Her words concerning Haku caused his golden audits to settle low on top of his bright hued skull. It had been far from a happy fairytale, but the devil with the blue eyes was gone now and he could only pray that he did not stir up hell and conflicts elsewhere. The young male had gone through tough times in his childhood, but it was the presence that counted and at the moment he found happiness more easily than he had thought possible. No life could be perfect and the young Soul accepted this and basked in the small moments of harmony that he was granted daily. He did not ask for more. He was grateful that he had not become his father’s shadow. It could easily have gone wrong.
He felt immensely bad for bringing sorrow forth in her uniquely hued eyes. The colours turned to liquid purple and sapphire. He almost wished he could take back the words that caused the tears to be released. Just almost—Kol did not deserve to be forgotten, and Bris needed to hear this, no matter if the hurt clawed her heart raw inside her chest. He lost her to the hurt and for a moment he watched her lithe body tremble silently. Grief was a natural part of life. If anything, it was something pure and beautiful. It was the very proof of love and devotion, and the young male’s respect for the Stormbringer female had never been greater. Conor was not entirely certain of how to react to this outbreak, but the woman deserved more than nothing.
He slowly shifted, moving closer to her and placed a hand on the young female’s back. He wanted to hold her, but they did not know each other, and the thing he wanted least right now was to upset the poor thing worse. ”I’m sorry, Bris,” the male breathed silently, lilac eyes soft with sympathy.