How many times has she slipped in to find it empty. The memories of the building bringing up her past, both good and bad. Now, its become her haven once more and she keeps to the place more often then not. Hovering near the windows or just outside on the porch, a small cold presence on the stoop that watches the streets and activities outside the library. She'll listen to the blaring music coming from Haven itself but less and less time she goes there. She'll wander the streets alone and see faces familiar and new alike, blurring as she continues on as some specter. Her thoughts are always a jumble now a days but she doesn't seem distraught or sad as she had in the past. She holds no more of that loneliness she battled back in the Coven.
Adjusting to the newness of belonging in something didn't take too long either. There were good people there that she could learn to trust and then there are those that come and go that she harbors distrust and indifference to. And though she is unable to be there as she had or as much as she'd like, she still attends what she could to make a place for her. She's in no hurry to rise up any further where she is. Or to show that what she was so diligently taught. More then just blood, sweat and tears under the tutaliage of her father and family. Its good to be the daughter of a demon that has no true form. Her regenerative properties has grown astounding and she was able to reform lost limbs and heal with ease. The pregnacies giving her so much hope and love; her two children bringing her such joy, for someone that thought never to have any. To ever let anyone knock her up. But she had loved those moments, the life growing within her, the power they would be born from her very being...she could only hope that they would do well.
The Shadow Lands is where she thrived most. Her children grew quickly. She was always amazed to see her youngest running by, nearly as tall as she and already beginning to mature..soon she would be bred and produce a stronger brood of offspring. Her eldest she wonders if he has already begun to plant his seed within the women he bedded...Her Rowan..Her strength. He was so like her in appearance with his father's dark hair and deep eyes to contrast. Soah..how she looked more like her father then herself. It brought a smile to her lips because they begun to look older then her it seemed day by day.
There's a sound and she feels heat at her cool back, a smile coming to her lips as strong, thickly muscled arms come around her in an embrace that nearly stops her breathing, but its a welcomed thing that she always craves and receives in full. Leaning back, she lets him support her, the Darkness that she guides with her Light. This is what its like to be happy finally. To feel loved and not having to worry about being abandoned any longer. Never having to worry of loosing her Love to another.
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