Desmond didn’t like being told what to do and certainly didn’t have fond feelings for someone just barging into his home and was strolling about like he owned the bloody place. Of course, he was going to respond accordingly, even if Saffron was upset with him. He could sense that the “gentleman” was one of those elder vampires that thought that they had seen everything, thus knew everything and he wasn’t going to have any of that.
The sword struck him as quickly as it came out from nowhere and he licked his wounds why the man insulted him so. “A fat cat?!” His temper only worsens as Nemesis spoke to Saffron as if she was the one in charge. How freely he spoke to her, and the jealousy started to build inside him once more. But it seemed pointless once his guest struck him again as if he was a mere child and he was the parent in this scenario.
“You are one daft man…alternate forms? Coming into someone’s home and sprouting such crap?” Desmond looked at him with a somewhat confused look on his face. Saffron took the time to answer and entertain this ludicrous idea. “Don’t fall into this trap, Saffron. I don’t know how the devil he knows our names, but he must have spies or something. Being a nosy bugger will do that to you.”
“Hardly”, Nemesis responded as he watched the dragon fly away from the bizarre scene, barely paying Desmond mind. “I know that you two may doubt my words, but it matters not. It’s clear that you both hadn’t met with the selves I am familiar with. Such a shame really. The vampire’s narrowed his gaze and then looked to Saffron as she wanted to hear more of this. Gods, he loved her but sometimes she was too trusting, especially now. If he could have it his way, he would have thrown him out, but between his age and apparent skill he had exposed so far, it would have been a pointless struggle.
As much as he didn’t like it, he had to play the game for now and when Saffron returned with the refreshments, he took his glass and drank it while the elder took his own and spoke,“I guess there’s no harm. The Desmond I knew was a great warrior and my personal right-hand man. Unfortunately, I don’t see anything as the such in you…” He scoffed but didn’t speak- him, a knight? How laughable! “And you, dear Saffron- I would think that you have improved over the naive and love-stricken girl that wanted to do everything possible to grasp his attention. Your former selves were apart of something greater, a family whose bloodline is the original back home. We all were, but things had changed and clearly more so for the two of you. You seem to be the smart one in this couple, girl.”
“This is ridiculous. You think that I would be taking orders from you? I don’t care if you think you are out here with an open hand. That hand could turn to strangle us in the long run.” He then turned to his wife, “Saffron, you can’t seriously be believing this, right?” He fell onto one of the couches and threw his head back. This was simply stupid but a small part of him for some reason felt as though this fella was telling the truth. But it couldn’t be true, right?
“Friends we can be, provided that you listen to my word”, the vaewolf spoke, “You will need much to survive in this world around us. Otherwise, you will be devoured for all you lot are worth.”
“Really now? We have dealt with plenty of things and we are still standing, right Saffron?” He sighed and rubbed his temples as for some reason, this man’s voice seemed…familiar. Perhaps in passing somewhere? Downing his drink while Nemesis took a few sips, Desmond gestured to her to come sit with him while he tried to process all this. “I have lived in Kurayo most of my life. No, not as a noble but as a person from the lower district and I have fought to get where I’m at right now. She has a similar beginning out in a farming community and we have been together ever since, through thick and thin. You telling me that our fates had been replayed and differed elsewhere?”