Larkspur, for his simple ways, was not romantic. He did not believe that thinking about being something would make it true—but blood was another matter entirely. She could claim herself to be pure and he would never have known; she was slight and tawny and made of sharp lines. It was clearer in others to see their mixed blood. Sirius, especially, but Itachi, as well. He had compromised himself to follow those whose blood he despised. Perhaps he had changed, after all.
The seriousness of her tone made his eyes turn terrible. Fangs gleamed as black lips pulled away, yellowing with age. He showed no fury to her, but there was a deep rage boiling within his belly. “She does not believe,” he said lowly, as if this might explain everything. Eris had laughed openly at his faith. It would come back to her, this he believed, one way or another. The things growing inside of her would suffer. “My gods are not her own, but they will hurt her.” One way or another, they would come. Around his neck, the proof whispered still. Tak always spoke loudest when he came for blood.
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