 Slytherin by heart
He mouthed the words, and considered summoning his sight. Dang it, he never used it on a beast before. Did it work for beasts? What had he treasured the most? There was Natasha and Slade... But there wasn't another sphinx around. Or was there?
<And the guarantees that I will see the birth of my child?> <You aren't going to die Armand. You aren't the focus of this Game, I am and Xana. That was intentional.> <And if I get in the way?> The memory of that conversation was disheartening.
He'd found out, hadn't he? He could feel the pain in his chest as he remembered holding Damian in his arms. Even Slade could not comfort him then. He relaxed his arm so that the holster wouldn't be activated and held his hands up, showing that they were clear. The fresh pain of memories still lingered in his eyes as he met with the gaze of the beast. "Would you chance ingesting hemlock and belladonna? Or any of the numerous potions I keep on my body? A good deal of them could be poisonous to you... and your child. So may the potion which continuously runs through my veins to manage my condition." He took a moment, with the memories of losses running their course through his mind. "However, if you still wish to try, I will not resist." And he felt just empty enough not to care.
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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