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Ten words that describe you

01 } British
02 } Historian
03 } Equestrian
04 } Wealthy
05 } Learned
06 } Noble
07 } Soulmate
08 } Resilient
09 } Opulent
10 } Circumspect

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Volatile

Xavier was only barely hanging onto his own shaky and volatile control. Greg was in their bed, weak and groggy, lying there while Wesley attended to the large, blooded gashes from his neck down to his chest. Xavier had been able to heal the smaller wounds, but the ones Trystan had caused attacking his brother when Greg made the terrible mistake of trying to pull him off Skye... they would take a lot longer to heal. Days, even. For now, they had to fall back on human remedy, and it was fortunate they had a doctor friend who could suture and dress the wound so Greg didn’t keep bleeding all over the place.

Greg was weak, and therefore so was Xavier. It was probably the only thing stopping him from frenzying himself. It had probably been the only thing that stopped him killing Trystan on the spot for harming his mate. That would have only angered Greg, with Trystan being his Sire. It was a huge mess, and Xavier couldn’t leave Greg’s side, or let go of his hand. The whole world could crumble around them, and he wouldn’t move. Greg’s safety trumped everything else in Xavier’s world, and even though he was usually the peacekeeper, this time, all he could focus on was not ripping Wesley to shreds for touching his fragile and ailing mate.

These were the times he despised being Kindred. These were the times when there was no other option but to let the animal within rule, when the entirety of their world consisted of trying not to lose hold of the priceless ribbons of humanity they could still cherish. To love someone so much you chose to bond with their blood for eternity, he was learning now could be the most wonderful thing... and the most horrific.