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Amara was shaking a bit from what she read, too stunned to speak. She felt Chandler put his arms around her, and even Alya was speechless about what was happening. When he wiped away the tear, she seemed to snap out of the silent trance she was in. After a moment, she finally replied. "I-I dont know what to think" she nearly whispered. "I dont think it matters if this was the case, weather they actually did this." She wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to fight more tears from falling. Amara looked at Chandler as she sat in the chair he grabbed. "That's my father's hand writting. I've memorized it since I took over as Luna to do all the paperwork." She shook her head a bit more before she sighed. "What do we do now" she asked. Knowing that it was more than likely a dark witch that caused them to be mates, she wasnt going to force him to accept the bond, even if the rejection hurt her more than anything else. |
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Chandler helped her to sit down without toppling over even though he felt burnout and exhausted from everything, he kept ignoring it. He did pull up another chair to be more eye level with Amara instead of towering over her. "Clearly it does matter to you on some level, you hold your parents in such high regard." He moved her hands from around herself and held her hands in between them in the center. Looking up it was easy to see she was trying so hard to not fall apart. "You don't have to hide youre tears from me. Crying doesn't make you look weak." He understood exactly how she was feeling. Only for him it happened years and years ago. Like lies had been shoved down his throat, wrapped in incontinuity, amd topped with a bow of false gestures. Easy for someone trusting to believe. He kept looking to the file, Amara, and then the window in a loop. He didn't even know if he was the best person for her to talk to. He looked up at her, mentioning her father's handwriting. "It is always the little things we remember isn't it." With her sigh he could see how disheartened she was becoming. He let go of her hands and sat straight in the chair. "Well, I'm already staying for two more days. Perhaps it's time to at least tell your pack we are mated as all of the other guests left as soon as we knew where you were and I had went for you. There no doubt wondering why I'm sticking around. And with this development who knows how they would react." He thought about it and figured it may be a good time to actually get to know her. See if the bond was worth keeping or if it was better to let actual fate and not a witch choose their mates. |
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Amara looked at Chandler as she took another deep breath. "I might have held them to high regaurds, but it's clear they didnt do the same for me" she replied as she shook her head. "I just dont know how to feel about any of this. They thought I couldnt handle the pack without an Alpha at my side." It hurt her to say more than she would care to admit. As Amara took a deep breath, she looked at the file once more. "Was that something your parents would have accepted" she asked. "Hoping you would have a blood Luna as your mate?" She wasnt sure how to feel about any of this, and it was clear Alya didnt either. *Would I really reject him? Risk not having another mate, but a chosen one for the pack* she thought. Amara looked out the window when the thought was pushed from her mind. "I-if I tell them about finding a mate, they would expect me to accept" she told him. "I dont want to force you to accept the bond if you dont believe it's true" she said. *I dont think the moon goddess would have allowed the dark witch to interfere with the mate bond. Why would she* Alya asked Amara, making her think more. Amara looked at Chandler. "Alya just made a good point" she told him. Would the moon goddess have allowed the bond to be messed with? To be forced in any way" she asked him. She wanted to know his thoughts as well. "The only way a bond is to be formed, is if she already planned to pair us" she told him. She then hesitated. "I wouldnt want to force you to accept, especially when you still have your pack to watch over" she told him. She didnt know about the sibling he told Iris about. |
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He took notice of the way her voice rose and fell. It was almost like a song. The confidence in her voice coming and going in a rhythm. "I'm not going to tell you how you do feel, or how you should feel. Sorry, I don't see that as my place." He decided to take a shot at comforting her though. "But if that's what they thought, I think you've proven them wrong. They respect and look up to you." *Your an oaf who doesn't know what he's doing* Like your any better at dealing with emotions. Following her eye path is led to the file which he threw on the table. "My parents? They where the type of people to punch their nose to spite their own face. If there was a possibility of gaining more land and money they didn't care about what the cost was. I'm lucky to have a mate and not be used as their personal bargaining chip." He felt his pants pockets, looking for his flask and realized he must have left it in his car. Taking a chance to slouch again he gave an audible sigh. "If you told them it was me they would expect you to reject it. Canceling out that and making it your own choice." He shrugged not really knowing. *you've made up your mind already, haven't you?* Yup. *You know your a damn fool right?* Either way it is what it is. *You make me scared for us* Good. you should be. He couldn't help but smile to himself. Genuinely not caring one way or another was, in a way; freeing. Perking back up as her voice jumped up again he refocused. "Your wolf does have a point. However we still don't know what type of magic was used, more specifically what spell. It's not like there was any feeling either of us got before the courtyard. Right?" He thought back to it, those days when she was missing those sharp pains on his wrists, and deep miserable gut feelings. He gave a light laugh. "Force? Me? I don't get forced to do things. If I do something, it's because I want to." He took a second. "If I want to abandon everyone back home I will, they do have a spare afteral. What else are younger siblings for?" He rubbed his eyes and stood up. Shoving the chair away as he did. "Before you ran off in the woods you said something about food? What if instead of eating here we went to a place in town? Got some air amd cooled off?" He held out a hand determined to leave this depressing blue room. |
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Amara gave a small nod, grateful he wasnt trying to tell her how to feel. After all, who wouldnt have mixed feelings after what she just read. It drove her crazy as she tried to rack her brain around what happened. At the mention of it being something his parents could do, she frowned. She didnt like the idea that their parents could have been the cause of them being mates, and her losing hers at a young age. She tilted her head a bit and looked at him. "Did you just say you were lucky to have a mate" she asked, giving him a small teasing look. "That doesnt exactly sound like the Chandler I met last night" she said. She shook her head slightly. "While they would expect me to, it still should be my choice, it's just that my choice happens to affect the whole pack a little more than what it normally would." At the mention of Chandler having a sibling, she felt a little better that if they did accept the mate bond, there wasnt a full on need for the packs to merge, which she knew might be easier on the pack itself. Amara's stomach growled at the mention of food. "Well, I guess you know what my stomach thinks of that" she said with a small chuckle. "What are you in the mood for" she asked seeing that it was around lunch time. She knew of a few hidden gems that he might like, but she wanted to have an idea of what he wanted to eat. |
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Her sudden change in tone to something he might have called flirtatious caught him off guard. In a good way yes, but still off gaured. He looked her up and down twice. He wanted to see how far he could take this and looked her dead in the eyes. "It seems you don't know me all that well then." He leaned in. "I'd rather be mated, then used as a poker chip darling." He snickered before backing up like nothing happened. "That what I'm saying. The fact the both expect you to accept and reject cancels their say in the matter, and I think we both know nothing good would come out of them deciding what is best for them. And while I understand it does in fact affect them, it affects us the most. Ultimately it's our decision." When he realizedwhat he had done, going from someone with questionable motivations to being able to debate he took a sigh. Still questioning what about this was making him look bipolar he heard a slight rumble. "It seems I do indeed." The change in subject seed to open her up. "I have an odd hankering for a good grilled cheese and soup." Those combinations always made him feel warm and at home. Even if he hadn't been there for a week. |
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Amara slowly stood up out of the chair. "I know a small little diner that could make some grilled cheese and soup" she replied before she started to wonder what else her parents planned with this dakr witch. She needed to clear her head, and food would help with that. "Do you want to walk, or drive" she asked. She started to make her way out of the office, grabbing the key. She didnt plan to let anyone in the office other than her and Chandler to read what she did, fearing the pack might use it against her. Amara watched Chandler before she spoke again. "I do hope you are hungry. This place doesnt exactly know how to do small portions" she said, trying to make a light joke. She knew she herself was rather hungry, but then again, the other alpha did keep her from eating quiet a but when he held her in that cell. She shuddered at the thought of what happened to her, hating that she had been so weak and easy to take. |
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Now with the feeling of having some things under control he was able to keep a small smile. "Drive, definitely. Windows down?" He did little finger guns. As she grabbed the keys he closed the window curtains shut again. He looked over at the file again, wondering if he should stash it somewhere in the room for added security. . Deciding against it he made a turn on his heals. "I'd rather be able to bring back an unfinished portion and gets my money's worth then a portion made for a child." Walking out the room and looking down the stairs he saw a small group of the pack. Damnit. "They're going to want an explanation as to what we wher doing up there. And why we're leaving." Looking behind him, she looked uneasy, like a flashback had hit her. He leaned in and got just up to her ear. "Let's just get out of the pack house and we can talk about it." He knew whatever Quinton ha ld done before they got there was traumatizing. *You want to get revenge don't you. You know that's a bad idea.* Him doing what he did was a bad idea. He needs to learn how to play nice. *Now your thinking.* |
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Amara gave a small nod when he mentioned driving. "Windows down sounds nice. I could still use fresh air after this past week" she admitted. It was becoming much easier to talk to Chandler, and she wasnt sure why. Was it because of the bond? What she read? She couldnt tell, and she wasnt sure it mattered too much. "Would you actually be willing to live here? To leave your pack" she asked when they were outside of the pack house. Amara wasnt sure if he really would want to leave his pack, after all, Amara wouldnt want to leave hers for any reason. Her blue eyes looked forward as she walked, taking a deep breath. Her stomach growled before she felt her cheeks turning a little red from it. |
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He tried to cover her so her packmates wouldn't barade her with questions and made it out the building rather fast. "I couldn't agree more. Windows down is superior." He walked beside her on the gravel path. Looking up the sky was odly clear, he didn't find it fitting for what he had just read. He gave the whole place another look over; it was erier how calm and peaceful it was. Yes it was very similar landscape that hebwas accustomed to back home but his pack was always outside arguing and making it loud. They didn't really seem to do that hear. Walking he could and feel the gravel crunch under his weight. After a while she asked him a question. Giving her an odd look he. "So we're skipping all of the normal date questions are we? Alright then." He teased and then though about it. "Well, it's a more complicated question." He tried to find just the right words and kept turned to look forward. "I'm willing to leave my pack, without hesitation. Live here? That all depends on how fast they come around to me I suppose. I do have a temper and loose patience. I don't think I could stand there blatant hatred of me permanently; or even much longer." He didn't know if he had worded that well enough but thought more words would make it even less clear. "It's just a double edged question if that makes any sense." They had gotten to where the cars where parked and looked over to his yellow mustang which still no doubt was a disaster of scratches in the back seats from when she freaked out. |
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