phoenixstrut | [AU] For the Greater Good

"That's a way to describe her." Zaveid laughs.

.... He doesn't want to know, with how Angels have their whole guardian role, what happens if they find out their child in need of help is likely to turn out demon, just because of blood. Where they are for kids stuck in shitty middle systems.

And so with that twist of a mood, he looks down both options ahead, trying to remember.

"You like trees, right?" Whether she answers yes or no, Zaveid is heading toward a 'park'. So it's basically a patch of semi maintained forest, whatever.

She doesn't press for any more information on Magilou, though she does make note to pay a little more attention to the things she says around the woman from now on.

Instead of letting herself sink into thoughts of her grandfather's reign, she glances up at him, then down the paths... then back to him again, bemused. "Trees are...good?"

Even as she follows him, she mulls over the many different directions she can take the conversation. For now... maybe some fishing, since he seems willing to placate her with... trees.

"...I bet the rock scene is pretty spectacular here on the weekends." The aesthetic, at least, fits.

"You'd think, but its been quieter shows. I think maybe the previous king wasn't into rock, it's close enough one of those would probably be heard at the manor." Or maybe his attack of the manor scared people off. Who knows-

Does he hear puppy whines?

"I could work on convincing them to use the spot, if you like that kind of music."

She gives him a confused look; did he not... know the previous king? Then how-

"I mean-"

Puppy whines? Those are definitely puppy whines. But where...?

Nope, Zaveid's stomach ended up knowing him but Zaveid didn't know him for too long-

He tilts his head this way then that, and starts off toward some shrubs.

There's definitely something moving under it. Maybe a couple somethings, fuzzy and four legged and rather small.

She hangs back a bit, watching him, then follows... cautiously. Whatever this is feels familiar, even if...

Her eyes go wide. "O-Oh..."

Terrified? Or completely awestruck by adorableness?

Zaveid sure hopes its awestruck by adorableness, because he crouches near the puppy hell hounds, scooping one up and giving it a once over.

"A little too little to be by yourself, aren't you?"

Dove, he's going to hand you this tiny puppy and go searching with the other for Mom..

"Oh- I-"

She tenses visibly but takes the puppy as he hands it off to her, her eyes wide as a doe's and hands shaking a bit as she holds it out in front of her. She watches Zaveid take a few steps before her eyes are glued to the little fuzzy thing, and she sighs, watching it wriggle too and fro.

".....okay maybe you're not... too bad..."

....but she's still not letting her guard down. The lacing of scars across her torso remind her of too much. Not that her husband would know.

[AU] For the Greater Good

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