03-28-2012, 07:55 PM
He waited for the disgust to come, or worse yet the pity. Neither came. What did come from the pale beauty was worse. The pale scholar with the two toned eyes stepped back again, as if he had been physically struck. Gemma. Rhiannon. Sawtooth. The breath left his lungs, and he found himself sitting heavily, just staring at her. His gaze wasn't accusatory or incriminating, just.... stunned. Her words floated through his head, and he found himself studying each word both separately as individual words, and together as a whole phrase. Gemma. Rhiannon. Sawtooth.
He wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry, too. Instead, he closed his eyes, trying to dispel this. The idea that he had slept with his half sister was the furthest thing from his mind. Gemma. Rhiannon. Sawtooth. And then he laughed. It wasn't a cold or mocking laughter, but one that sought to accept the news laid on him. "He gave you my mother's family name, and his. A blessing and a curse all at once." He opened his eyes, looking at her again. Her eyes were the same as Lucifer's, but there was a warmth that he had found lacking in the black bastard's.
He wondered why Lucifer would have given her the Rhiannon name, and then he knew. Her heritage... the give Gemma the Rhiannon name was a slap in the face to the former purist, Deuce. His mother had been very much against coyotes and wolves interbreeding. It was a wonder she hadn't flipped out when she'd seen his mate, who was a hybrid too.
His eyes sought out hers, wondering how she felt about this news. "So...you are my sister, then." It wasn't a condemning or angry tone, but a calmer tone, one that accepted her and welcomed her into the family. The realization that he had intimate relations with his sister would come later.
He wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry, too. Instead, he closed his eyes, trying to dispel this. The idea that he had slept with his half sister was the furthest thing from his mind. Gemma. Rhiannon. Sawtooth. And then he laughed. It wasn't a cold or mocking laughter, but one that sought to accept the news laid on him. "He gave you my mother's family name, and his. A blessing and a curse all at once." He opened his eyes, looking at her again. Her eyes were the same as Lucifer's, but there was a warmth that he had found lacking in the black bastard's.
He wondered why Lucifer would have given her the Rhiannon name, and then he knew. Her heritage... the give Gemma the Rhiannon name was a slap in the face to the former purist, Deuce. His mother had been very much against coyotes and wolves interbreeding. It was a wonder she hadn't flipped out when she'd seen his mate, who was a hybrid too.
His eyes sought out hers, wondering how she felt about this news. "So...you are my sister, then." It wasn't a condemning or angry tone, but a calmer tone, one that accepted her and welcomed her into the family. The realization that he had intimate relations with his sister would come later.