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Sirius continued to speak of this word, and it was so very clear that there were associations connected to this word to make it meaningful. It rang hollow and dull in the ears of the blonde monster, but he listened to the voice, for it was impregnated with a promise that he could not put his pale finger on. There was something that wanted to draw his breath away. Had he been less crippled, perhaps he would have swallowed every word blindly. But the flawed scarlet coating in the Lykoi’s eyes revealed that Sirius did not speak to deaf ears. Itachi had not had a choice the first time round, and it had resulted badly. There was a proposal interlaced in the snake eyed man, and Itachi didn’t want to turn away now.
”You want me to follow you,” the young male said, finding the answer as he spoke it. He did not want to be a part of any chain or connection. If Sirius wanted to call it family, then he was free to. The words and terms used mattered little as long as he understood. He wanted independence and loathed to see the chains approach him, hungry to devour who and what he was. But a choice always had to be made, and he would always follow his own interests to his best ability. Anathema was a place where he had found contentment, but there was more beyond the horizon. Perhaps it was time to move forward. He did not wish he could see what lay ahead, for he settled with acceptance. This could become quite interesting. The white queen’s beauty held him captive no more.
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