Azaros - Family

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[ 89] Azaros: Family
Sat Nov 6 22:43:10 2010
To: Jinquil Drondon Nianica Yaviel
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"The Lady knows, they do as they please. "

The words practically brought back his rather impish self, before he lowered
his head with a faint smile playing at the edge of his lips. Always such a
pleasure, this table. Azaros' back was straight. He was uncomfortable.
And yet, all he could think of were dinners with his mother. Or that spare
visit from his father, Yakei.

Ill'antha had been colder to him than any, but she had also taught him the
refinement required of his family. Luhta'zair. It was more than a mere
surname. It was a curse and a blessing. Straightening, Azaros swept a hand
through his hair, drawing it back against his skull, highlighting the lines
and edges of his angular face before letting it fall back across his
features.

Running a tongue across the pointed canines decorating his mouth, Azaros
glanced from Drondon to Llorana and back again before averting his eyes,
shielding them from his mother-in-law with long locks of pink-and-crimson
tinged bangs. He had sworn all sorts of vile things to Drondon, the ways he
was going to make this trip hell for him. That wasn't something he could
bring himself to do.

The slap had taken him back. Reminded of a time where cold stone walls and
his skull had met forcefully, after a few too many choice words directed his
mother's way. That had been the day he'd had her remanded into custody on a
whim. A childish whim, at that. And now she lay dead, a cold ghost of her
former self. Yet a self-righteous one. Still, she haunted those who knew
her, whether they realized it or not.

Another look at his wife, Jinquil. A small, stunted smile as he considered
her facial features before reaching out to place a hand atop her shoulder,
lightly brushing the skin behind her ear with his thumb. This was a Home.
It was a Family. Perhaps his dead mother was the end of the "Luhta'zair
curse." Perhaps the name could be respected again.

His head lifted and Azaros' grey-green eyes fixated on his mother-in-law,
ever-watching, mostly silent.