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Post by Decoii on Apr 15, 2021 3:02:16 GMT -5
VentiaIvan Trevor remained out of sight from the house he's stalked for the last night and a half. He felt lost in the present world but was driven by the need to see her again- to see them. He hadn't been the best father or mate when he was around, hell, he hadn't even had a decent relationship with the lovely and glorious Ventia. But Ivan didn't really care, he had unfinished business to attend too. Ivan had died a while back, sometime in the past he would say. For him, time was meaningless. He didn't know how much time had passed since he died, he just knew that he died. But even in death he was ambitious and hell was he lucky. A couple of deals, a little bit of elbow grease, and just like magic he was right back in the spot in which he had died. It had felt like an infinity and Ivan' hadn't worked towards something so hard ever before. But there were rules to this shit, levels, everything was absolute and set in stone. Ivan wasn't much for being given the short end of the stick and having died fed into his God complex in such a way that it was almost sickening. But regardless of what he had said or done, Ivan was back- kind of. Back enough to do whatever the hell he wanted. So he did just that. "She can definitely find a way to kill me- dead dead this time." He mused silently, running his hands through his messy hair and keeping his eyes glued to the door. Should he drug her again with chocolate? Bring her flowers? Write her a letter? He honest to god didn't know. What he did know, was that he didn't want to keep wasting time. Walking up to the door, he paused to ring the door bell twice. Frowning at it when the door wasn't opened by the time he counted to three, Ivan grabbed the door handle and twisted it hard enough to break the door open. "Knock Knock!" He called out playfully. (Second time writing this so I'm sorry for the lack of details! but i just wanted to surprise you.)
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Post by Ventia on Apr 15, 2021 17:50:28 GMT -5
((The feels the feeels)
The door bell jolted Ventia awake, she frowned, staring at the stacks of files and papers scatted on her desk and wondered when she had fallen asleep. She checked her phone, noticed it was close to three in the morning and heard the door bell again. She groaned out, slowly picking herself up, feeling tired and drained. Ventia had always been a hard worker but these days, even she had to admit that things were becoming a bit too much for her alone. It was taking a toll on the woman but what could Ventia do? Drop everything and watch the Pack fall to shambles?
No. Ventia glared at the thought, her scent becoming sharper with a bite of anger. No she wouldn’t let the Pack fall, this was her home. Her children’s home. She would die trying to keep it afloat and that was that. Ventia opened the door to her office, feeling a wave of power and determination overpowering the tiredness. Ventia stared at the front door from across the room and moved forward to answer the unannounced visitor.
It wasn’t uncommon for people to show up at the Beta’s house at strange hours, especially these days. She had welcomed it, telling her Pack that if they needed her when she wasn’t in her office-which she mostly was these days-that they could come to her home for help. They had-countless times. Enough times that Ventia didn’t think much of the sing-song voice that came from her porch.
It was familiar which was enough for Ventia, probably another scared Packmate needing her urgent help. But something about that voice nagged at Ventia, as if knowing that she should have never been able to hear it again. Which was ridiculous because obviously whoever it was, was on the other side of her door.
Ventia twisted the doorknob and frowned at it when it opened despite still being locked. She was still frowning at the damn doorknob, inspecting it, as she opened the door wide to see who it was disturbing her.
“It’s broken.” Ventia said to herself, blinking back the last bit of the weariness and glanced up at the person.
Everything stopped as Ventia found herself staring at her dead mate’s face. He looked exactly as he had the last time Ventia had seen Ivan which was ridiculous because Ventia knew he should have been buried six feet deep in the earth.
Ventia slammed the door in his face, putting her back against it, hearing her heartbeat drumming in her ears. She was dreaming, Ventia told herself, this was all some crazy dream. It had to be. She had finally driven herself crazy. Ventia laughed, feeling tears burning at the back of her eyes.
Ventia didn’t even want to think of him-of everything she had lost that night he had died. Not only did she lose her mate but she also lost one of her baby girls.
“No. No. No.” Ventia urge the memories and feelings to go back down, suddenly wishing she was with Lue, but the woman wasn’t in town right now. She was alone and faced with a nightmare. Ventia bit her inner cheek, trying to force herself awake, but she only tasted blood.
This couldn’t be reality? Could it? Ventia stepped away, threw the door open again, and saw Ivan still standing there. Her heart hurt and she dug her fingers into the wood of her broken door, not caring that it cracked under her grip. It was broken already, it could break more.
“What is this?” Ventia spoke, her words barely above a whisper. She wanted to close the door again and hide away but Ventia had to see if he was real. Had to know what the hell was going on. Was this even Ivan? The thought terrified her and yet? Ventia disregarded it because the man standing in front of her was with no question, Ivan.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 15, 2021 20:56:43 GMT -5
(I mean, it's not Ivan unless there's powerplay.)
One would think that Ivan Trevor was a person of patience, but he wasn't. In reality, while it did take him a greater amount of time to do things, Ivan was just going at his own pace, achieving his goals while undermining and pissing off those people that would be involved. but when it came to things that were more personal, Ivan really couldn't stand waiting. That's why, the time it took Ventia to come downstairs was hell for him, literally. Clearing his throat, he yelled out another "Ding dong." In annoyance and shuffled his feet, hands deep in pocket.
He had a feeling that his reuniting event with his beloved could go bad, very bad, very fast. Which was one of the reasons why he found himself being slightly annoyed that the princess took her time, even after hearing his voice. But despite his annoyance, Ivan found himself running his hands through his hair and straightening out the shirt that he wore, hoping for her approval.
When her footsteps approached and the door opened, he put on his best business smile and waved at himself as if he had been some surprise gift- just to end up frowning when the door closed in his face. "That was the fastest denial I've ever gotten and it hurt my feelings." he joked on the other side of the door, ears twitching at her laughter.
Ivan made a noise of annoyance when she started opening the door and as he saw the door sliding open, he violently shoved into it, grabbing the hand that she had placed on the door and yanking it off. using his free hand to grab her by the opposite shoulder, so he could spin her forward and wrap her arms around herself so that she was giving herself a hug, while keeping both of her wrists locked in his hands.
Sighing he kicked the door shut as he forced them to move more towards the center of the room. "Hello doll face, it's been a long time hasn't it?" He whispered in her ears as he pressed his body hard against hers and dipped his head to breathe in her scent from the back of her nape, letting out a low growl in her ear, "Yes, far too long if you'd ask me."
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Post by Ventia on Apr 15, 2021 21:50:05 GMT -5
((Of courseeeee hehe powerplay away! ; ))
Ventia could hear him speaking in that cocky but amused way of his and still found it hard to believe that this was happening. When he barged in and somehow got Ventia to fucking hug herself while holding her in place, his grip on her hands unbreakable, Ventia didn’t even bother to try resisting. There were tingles against her wrists where Ivan was touching her, tingles that Ventia had believed she’d never feel again.
They weren’t a healthy couple, far from it, but Ventia had loved him with everything she had. She bore his children, dealt with his outbursts, and hoped that in the end, he’d come home. To her. Become the man-the father-that Ventia knew he could be. But he had died instead and Ventia was left alone, having to raise two children on her own and dying to find her third.
Ivan’s words, his voice, pulled Ventia back to him and she shuddered against his chest, feeling small and helpless. She never felt small with anyone but him, even Lue who was taller than her and a lover didn’t make Ventia feel the way her mate did.
She couldn’t think with Ivan, many of their encounters ended up badly because Ventia didn’t know how to control herself around him. How to act. Like right now? All she wanted to do was cry and instead she leaned against him, feeling Ivan pressing closer until they were molded together.
“You’re alive?” Ventia asked, not surprised to hear the confusion in her voice.
“Get off me.” She groaned next because Ivan was too close, way too close after being gone for so long. His scent, rich and dark curled around Ventia, making her wolf rouse from a very deep slumber.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 16, 2021 2:25:10 GMT -5
Ivan wanted to press her against the wall and fuck her silly, here and now. But he's waited too long for this reunion and he'd be pissed if he fucked it up because he was thinking with the wrong head. "I actually did die." He said softly, running his nose back and forth against her nape, breathing her in until he felt drunk. Ventia was here, in front of him, and he had so many questions to ask her but he knew he had to take it slowly, it's not every day that a loved one came back to life after all.
"Listen, I'm going to let you go but you have to promise me that you'll behave." He hummed sarcastically into her hair before slowly releasing her hands and moving away from her. He wanted to tease her, fuck around and make her angry, he's missed so much about his mate that if he had to put it into words he probably simply couldn't. There was too much about her that made him feel drunk and needy, too much about her that changed who he was for the better.
Ivan had so much that he wanted to explain to her.
"Death," He found himself chuckling and shaking his heads at that word, "Is much more complex than I thought it would be. Eternal rest, what a bunch of bullshit." Scoffing, he rolled his eyes before grinning and looking at her once again. "But I can't talk about that- scouts honor and all that shit."
"What I can say is that I'm what you people would consider a 'demon' now." After that, he flashed a teethy smile and let Ventia catch up to the words that he was saying.
It was a lot to take in, after all. He wasn't sure if he should continue to try to explain to her what had happened and why he was there or if it'd do nothing more than confuse her and get him into trouble. "But I worked hard to get here and come back." He said after a while, "Unfinished business and a gorgeous queen kind of motivated that."
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Post by Ventia on Apr 16, 2021 4:37:28 GMT -5
Ventia closed her eyes at his words, remembering his death all too clearly in her mind. The memory hurt but the pain was replaced with pleasure as she felt Ivan rubbing his face against her neck. It tingled and her knees threatened to give out from underneath her in response. One small caress was all it took to have Ventia shaking and needy like an addict. She hadn’t even realize how much she had missed Ivan’s touch, their mate tingles, his voice, and scent and annoying smile until right now. Suddenly it all became crystal clear, Ventia wanted him still. No needed Ivan. She didn’t care how he came back but he was here, right in front of her. If she lost him again, Ventia knew she wouldn’t survive. Once had been enough and she probably only survived because she had to-so she could raise her vulnerable toddlers. But things were different now, her children grown and fully capable of fending for themselves. She’d feel bad for the Pack but...
“I’ll behave.” Ventia said truthfully, hiding a smile at hearing his humming, while already missing his warmth. She turned around to face him and raised an eyebrow at how much space he had put between them but didn’t comment. It was fine. She was a patient woman. Ventia made her way to the couch, sitting on the end, crossed her legs, and let her eyes settle on Ivan.
She listened to him, barely registering his words, watching him walk around, moving his hands, smiling at her, laughing, being alive. It was as if some bad dream had ended and Ventia awoke to where she belonged. When he had died...Ventia regretted everything she had said to him. Every fight. Each time she pushed him away. It was stupid, she should have just cherished her time with him instead of fighting. Of trying to make him change. She had probably gotten him killed. Ventia had always thought it had been her fault for what happened that day. Her fault.
Ventia was silent for a moment after Ivan was finished, she had heard everything he said and smiled. Knowing if anyone could make the best out of death, it would be Ivan.
“Are you here for good?” Ventia heard herself asking, her heart lodged in her throat, making it hard to get words out.
“And who’s this gorgeous queen?” She asked, her tone sharper this time with jealousy of all things. Even now, after all these years, Ventia was jealous. Her mind conjured up some dark beautiful Queen of hell, saw her with Ivan, who was shirtless in her vision and eagerly bringing this hell queen to his bed.
Ventia shot up from the couch, glaring at Ivan. She wouldn’t put it past him either but then thought of Lue and figured she shouldn’t be one to talk. Not that she and Lue were official just that they had a understanding. Ventia started to pace, her mind whirling, and kept pausing to stare at him.
“Ivan...” Ventia tested the name on her lips, having swore to never say his name again. It felt right and bittersweet all in one. She was holding back tears when she spoke next.
“Welcome back. It sounds like you’ve been through hell love.” Ventia smiled at him, trying to not let the tears fall and ultimately failing. She wanted to tell him so much and at the same time couldn’t find the words.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 16, 2021 15:04:51 GMT -5
How does one come back after a long time of being gone and expect things to have stayed the same? It was a crazy notion but for people who had been stuck in an endless place of nothingness, it was easy to hold on to that thought and let it motivate them into a false end goal. Ivan wasn't that person, but he's seen it happen often enough. In fact, Ivan was the person that let his selfishness guide him the whole time.
He had wanted power, so he worked towards it. No goal in mind but to consume more and more of it, much like he had in his living life. He wasn't sure if he could stay forever, in the way that his mate had implemented with that question. But Ivan knew that once he was back in this realm even though he had no intentions of coming back and reopening old wounds with her, he was right back in front of her.
She had always been like this for him. Some kind of siren since the moment he found her in bed with another female.
He had always thought that the mate bond was joke, bringing people together that would ultimately just accept some bullshit connection and tie their lives together. The notion itself wasn't much more different than that of arranged marriages.
But when he saw her, jealous, pacing, ever so strong, Ivan knew that it was much more different now. He hadn't seen it before between their fighting and bullshit, but as he looked at her now, he definitely could see it. Ventia was everything he's every wanted. Every greed, every need, and even things he hadn't known he wanted. She was everything summed up and personified into one dark haired goddess. He was insane to try to convince himself that she hadn't been his goal the moment he stepped foot unto this earth again.
He let her pace around, keeping his eyes glued on her as her jealousy and imagination rose. But Ivan decided it was enough when she started crying.
"Come here," He huffed lightly, grabbing her hand and moving them towards the couch. He sat down in the middle of it, sinking down lazily and tucking her forward, giving her the chance to straddle him or sit besides him if she so desired. He knew it was a lot to take in, but in Ivan's mind, he was just here.
"Have you gone soft with Age, V?" He teased lightly, watching her but feeling a sting of anger at her tears. He was the cause of them after all.
"I'm not going anywhere this time," He said softly, lying. "I'll stay as long as I can- as long as you want me too." The last bit was the truth.
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Post by Ventia on Apr 16, 2021 18:43:43 GMT -5
Ventia let him pull her back to the couch, her vision fuzzy with tears, and squeezing his hand, trying to bring it home that he was really with her. She sniffled and sat as close to Ivan as she could without actually being on top of him. Ventia fit perfectly against his side and she sighed, leaning her cheek against his shoulder. Her hand still gripping his.
“Shut up.” But Ventia smiled as she said it and used her free hand to rub away the stupid tears. She was older now but still looked as she had all those years ago, a perk to being a werewolf. She had a few silver strands in her hair but Ventia actually liked it, thinking it went well with her eyes. She might be a little emotional but who would blame her. She was holding her dead mate’s hand and he was speaking to her like nothing had happened. Of course telling her he was a demon and had indeed died so Ventia knew everything had changed and yet, the way they we’re together, was just like back in the old days.
“I want you to stay.” She hurried to say because Ventia really didn’t want him going anywhere but could Ivan stay? The man had to be doing things, had to be on the move, could Ventia force him to stay with her only to go through the same old story?
“If you want to stay.” Ventia added softly but closed her eyes and wrapped her free arm around his waist. He felt so solid under Ve’s touch and she clung to him as if afraid he’d just disappear, crumble to nothing in her arms.
“We need to talk.” Ventia said from his shoulder, feeling emotions bubbling up from inside of her. “About the children. I lost our girls.” She said softly, feeling ashamed and angry at herself and slightly scared of what he would say. Because Ventia knew that Ivan would never let his children disappear from his life, knew that he could have found Elena and Katie when she had failed.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 16, 2021 22:12:00 GMT -5
"As you wish." He said lightly placing soft kisses on her head as he relaxed further into the couch. Being back here felt nice, it felt normal and even though they had a bunch of unfinished business to attend too, Ivan didn't seem to mind.
That was, until she spoke again.
"I'm sorry," He said, rubbing his temple and pulling away from her snuggles. "What did you just say?" He growled out roughly.
Ivan stalked away from her, looking around the room before grabbing a vase and throwing it across the way, growling as it smashed into a thousand pieces. "Because -goddamn it- it sounds like you said you lost two of our children!!" He roared turning around to her again, the blue in his eyes completely swallowed up by pitch blackness.
He started walking towards Ventia, getting ready to shake her roughly until she told him everything he needed to know. But instead, he paused and put his hands up, holding up his pointer finger in a gesture that read 'give me a minute' before bringing one of his hands to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose roughly.
"I dropped a bomb with my return and you dropped it with this so I guess we're even." His words sounded rough, but meant to be taken as a joke.
Ivan had to really work on calming himself down, maybe she spoke wrongly. There was no way in hell that Ventia would just casually throw those words out there like that, right? Then again, he's been gone for so long, he didn't even know how long. He had three kids and didn't even know their ages. Holidays, seasons, years had probably passed by and for all he knew his kids could be in their 20's and had a falling out with their mother.
Yes, those words that she spoke could mean so many things and so Ivan forced himself back, stopping his anger with some struggle and a chuckle. "Now darling, you know I'm not one for surprises. Coming back is making me a little loopty loop and I didn't mean to break that ugly ass vase." He apologized, "So let's start this all over again." His smile was goofy, but his eyes said that he was on the verge of giving him to his anger.
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Post by Ventia on Apr 17, 2021 0:02:11 GMT -5
Ventia closed her eyes at his soft kisses and wondered for the millionth time if this was reality. Or if she had somehow hit her head, got into a coma, and was living a warp fantasy. But then Ivan blew up and Ventia laughed just a little, thinking if it was a dream, she really needed help.
The urge to defend herself rose violently in Ventia but she ignored it, turning around on the couch to follow Ivan with her eyes. She flinched at the vase breaking but wasn’t too mad, quite frankly Ventia felt happy with his reaction. He was so angry at her right now, his scent deepening and there was something new and dangerous that clung to him. If she ever had doubts that Ivan even cared about the kids, this proved her wrong.
He would have been a great father, Ventia thought solemnly but then centered herself, he was a great father. They were all alive, Ventia knew it, despite not having the evidence to show. Not with one at least.
“Glad to see you care.” Ventia snapped a little as he stared at her with angry eyes, feeling her own old anger of waking up alone, checking on her kids and seeing Elena gone. She tracked down her scent until it led her to Ivan’s dead body. And like a ghost, Ventia had never seen her again.
“Yes let’s start over.” Ventia agreed, “how about back to that night you died. Where my daughter’s last scent was next to your dead body. What happened Ivan? I’ve been dying to know.” Ventia glared up at him, despite knowing he was very-very close to losing it.
“And Katie? I swear she’s just like us, stubborn and impulsive and running away from her family. But I guess they get that from you. Jareth, thank the gods, at least keeps in touch.” Ventia looked away from him because it hurt seeing him look at her like that. She didn’t ask for this to happen, for life to fuck with her and rip away everything she cared for. She tried so hard, so hard and yet she still got fucked over.
Ventia scooted away from him, towards her end of the couch and brought her knees to her chest. She hugged herself, hiding her face into her thighs, feeling years of emotions weighing down her, making her feel drained out and mellow.
“What do you want me to say?” Ventia said into her thighs, closing her eyes, feeling the tears wanting to come back. “I was alone. I wasn’t strong enough. Clever enough. I’ve always been second best.” She laughed, digging her fingers into her legs. What was she even saying anymore? Ventia bit her tongue and stayed silent. Knowing that yet again she had found a way to fuck things up.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 17, 2021 2:18:46 GMT -5
Ivan checked himself, keeping himself from further biting Ventia with harsh words at the cusp of his anger. From her retreating reaction, he noticed that this must have weighted down heavy and ugly on her shoulders. He hated that he felt more understanding towards her. Remorse from his absence and nervousness from his return biting down heavily on his shoulders.
"It's not like I meant to die!" He yelled out, feeling frustrated. His death had come suddenly, hell, he tried thinking it over but even the moment of his death didn't register clearly in his mind. It left him a tad confused.
Then he felt cold, both of his girls missing? A violent instinct to leave and track them down filled his body but he found himself unable to move. Was she suggesting that he had anything to do with Elena missing? How was that even possible? Frowning, he rubbed his head roughly and tried to recall the night, dread filling him as he realized that he had seen Elena and that was it.
"you got me okay?" He chuckled out nervously, biting his lip as he looked over at Ventia. "Elena and I used to see each other without you knowing... But..." He signed, trying to figure out the vague memories in his mind. "She came out to show me something... A drawing I think.. I don't' remember it well and after that- I don't remember anything. Are you saying she's been missing since I died?"
Ivan felt lost and out of the loop.
"I'm not blaming you," he bit out a bit roughly before correcting his tone. "Shit happens and it's no one's fault, V."
He sighed and moved to the couch, sitting down but finding it hard to hold still. His legs bouncing up and down as he rubbed his palms together roughly.
"How long have I been dead? I need to know about the kids baby girl, all of them."
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Post by Ventia on Apr 17, 2021 3:33:42 GMT -5
Ventia looked up at Ivan’s shout, still hugging her legs to her, keeping her from doing anything rash. She tightened her hold, knowing that he was right. Ivan may have been dancing with death for years upon years but he was also the most alive person Ventia knew.
“I thought you couldn’t die.” She said lowly, thinking of the lone bullet hole in his head. “Just one bullet and you were gone.” Ventia shook her head and continued.
“I don’t understand why you had to sneak around like that. I would have let you see the kids, you’re their father, why wouldn’t I let you? You just what? Didn’t want to see me? Did you hate me that much Ivan?” Ventia couldn’t even remember why they had fought back then, why they hadn’t gotten together and raised their children. She had some vague memories of him not wanting to join the pack and then leaving but it didn’t matter anymore.
“Yes. That’s what I’m saying Ivan. I haven’t seen Elena since that night.” Ventia squeezed her legs, hating that she had been so useless. She had tried, years upon years. Even now she had eyes looking for someone of Elena’s description but since Ventia only knew her daughter as a toddler, she couldn’t imagine how her daughters face would look like. No. Instead Ventia would drag herself to where they spotted someone that could be her and Ventia would approach, knowing that she as the mother would surely recognize her daughter. But Ventia never had that feeling, it had broken her heart more with each try, until Ventia feared that even if she did come across Elena’s path, that she wouldn’t even know it was her. That thought gave her nightmares.
“It was fifteen years ago since you died and Elena’s been missing. I haven’t seen Katie in seven years. She got kidnapped by some prick Alpha, I found her but was too late. He raped her and then came to the Pack and went on a rampage. There were losses. Katie felt responsible and left. I thought I caught a whiff of her a couple years ago but I lost the lead. See. I do feel responsible. But everything I do just isn’t enough.” Ventia stared at his bouncing legs and slowly uncurled her arms from around hers. She stretched out her right leg a little until her toe pressed against his thigh. Despite everything, Ventia still crave to touch him and reassure her he was here.
“Jareth has a mate, he’s spending some time with her family as they work on getting a home.” Ventia licked her lips, feeling a shy smile coming. “I think we might get some grandkids soon.”
Ventia let out a long breath and met his eyes, she always thought they were such a pretty color, sucking her in and all that. “Maybe you can use some fancy demon tricks and track the girls down? Or did you not learn too much.” She was teasing him a little, trying to ease the tension in the air.
“For real though, I know I’ll see them again. Hell I’m looking at you right now when I thought that was a dream long gone. We’ll find them. Of that I’m sure.” Just as sure as knowing that Ivan would leave her. Leave her to search for the girls. Which Ventia wanted and yet? Why did it hurt so much, the thought of him going away again.
“Want a drink?” Ventia said suddenly, to distract her from that undeniable ending.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 17, 2021 13:46:01 GMT -5
Ivan stared at Ventia. He felt a stinging in his heart and even though he was holding back so much anger and frustration, he felt it all dim into nothing but a small tamed humming as he stared at the women on the couch. Fifteen years. He'd been gone for fifteen years and missed the growth of his children's. He missed the chance to guide the women into a much greater position than that in which she remained inside of the pack.
She seemed defeated to him, not like the confident and strong Ventia he had known, but a women that just accepted the circumstances she had been met with and gave up on fighting for more. Ivan imagined what could make her become like this, she had seemed so unwavering from her morals and ideals. She had been an inspiration for more, but she allowed imaginary barriers block her from becoming more.
It was a constant source of their arguments and hostility.
Ventia had always allowed others to pick their spots on the table before she sat down at whatever spot they left open. Maybe that wasn't right but it's how Ivan had seen it. He loved the hell out of her, but couldn't remember ever telling her that, or his kids. Which was why in a way, he'd been so uncontrollably stubborn. Even more than normal, pushing her to make rash decisions, to step out of her box. He had been so rash and simple minded back then.
"Huh." He said, jaws working side to side to alleviate some of the tension in his body.
He consumed the information and as soon as she offered a drink, he grabbed her hand and made a beeline to the alcohol. "Don't mind if I drink you dry." He chuckled out, guiding her but letting her pick their drinks at her own pace.
"I'm not ready for grandkids. That sounds gross." He said, but his voice was light, happy that at least one of his kids seemed to be doing well in this fucked up world. He fell into silence for a bit, waiting for his drink as he thought about what could have happened to Elena. Chances where, she wasn't dead, and instead was sold off somewhere. He'd have to get details both on Katie to find her, and where she looked for Elena, so he can figure out the gaps in her logic and go from there.
He wasn't thinking that Ventia lacked skill or motivation, but the human trade market seemed so black and white to most people, unless they had been involved first hand, they wouldn't have knowledge on how complex that shit was. Still, fifteen years was a long time, and they didn't have paper trails. Chances were, all information of Elena was gone.
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Post by Ventia on Apr 17, 2021 18:09:54 GMT -5
Ventia let him lead her to the kitchen, amused that he still knew where she kept things. She stared at their joined hands and then swallowed hard over the lump in her throat. Once they reached the little kitchen, Ventia eased out of his hold and moved in front of him.
“Drink me dry huh?” She glanced back at him, raised a eyebrow, turned around again and grabbed two cups from the cupboard. The whiskey bottle sat on the counter and Ventia poured a hefty amount into both of the cups.
“Don’t tease me with a good time.” Ventia bit her lip, feeling weird but going through the motions, as she opened the freezer and placed a big ice cube in both of the cups. She put the ice tray back in and turned, leaning her weight against the counter, holding out Ivan’s cup to him and taking a long sip of her own.
Ventia stared at him through lowered lids, feeling the bite of the whiskey for a second and nothing more. She had become too accustomed to it for it to take any affects. Her eyes were slowly brightening into silver, her wolf excited at the sight of their mate.
“Don’t be a kid, I’m actually looking forward to having grand babies. They should hurry it up.” Ventia took another sip and then placed the cup down behind her. If Ventia would just allow herself to do what she wanted, she would be all over Ivan right now. Touching him. Checking him for any injuries. Seeing if anything had changed within the last fifteen years she had seen him. Seeing if he was still great in bed like he had been before. But Ventia held back, because despite Ivan being her mate, she felt so far away from him. Something that wasn’t all that new but now after everything that had happened, it felt like the distance between them had grew even bigger.
“What now? What is the almighty Ivan Trevor going to do next? Besides from leaving to go look for the girls.” She had files on all her children and would give them to him before he left. But Ventia wanted to know what his plans were with her. With his so called mate. Would he leave her alone again as he went to accomplish his unfinished business, if so, why even bother to come show face. Just to hurt Ventia more? Ventia clenched her teeth, wanting him to ask her to come with. It would be hell for the Pack with her gone but they’d survive. At least until she found the girls. Then they could come back and become a family once more. But that was just a fantasy and Ventia knew life too well to know that things wouldn’t go the way she wanted.
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Post by Decoii on Apr 17, 2021 20:58:21 GMT -5
Ivan found himself drinking from his glass quickly, as if parched. He poured himself another glass before glancing over at Ventia, noticing the silver in her eyes. "Come on darling, don't look at me like that unless you're going to be delivering a good time." He joked, even though he felt lust growing inside of his veins. Ivan wasn't silly enough to think that he can just waltz into her life after fifteen years and sleep with her.
He was sure that even kissing her might be inappropriate at such a time.
At the mention of grandbabies, Ivan faked a gag, being dramatic before filling his cup a third time. He couldn't remember even changing his own kids diapers. Hell, he couldn't remember holding his kids maybe more than one time and the memory was so foggy, it was probably not even real. Now she talks about grandchildren? The thought was insanely weird to him. Not that he wanted to be childish about it, it just didn't fit well in his head.
How was he supposed to cope with grandchildren when he didn't even have his children. "We'll find Katie together." He said after some time of thinking.
His daughters and son wouldn't even recognize him, after all, it wasn't something he could do on his own. "She sounds as stubborn as you and if that's the case, we'll just lock her in a cell until she's stops being stubborn." He didn't know all the details, but already had a list of people that sounded as good as dead to him. Ventia knew a lot about what happened to Katie, so he didn't expect it to take more than a week.
"As for Elena..." He stopped talking for a bit, feeling an intense amount of guilt and responsibility for her.
"That'll take more time. Whoever took her probably isn't around anymore, that kind of thing changes. But I will find her too. With you and we'll bring her home."
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