Havoc felt very happy that she returned the ‘I love you,’ though it also slightly bothered him but he didn’t dwell on it. He then saw Auxana fidget with her robes, it was odd but a part of him longed to see her in something else. He had no sexual desire, he had no desire to look at pretty women. But he did desire certain aesthetics, in this case skirts, he had only seen a few, but he loved how they looked. He thought Auxana especially would look beautiful in a skirt. He also felt this weird desire to see more of her unobstructed by lots of clothing, like it hid part of her, and he liked all of her. But he still smiled as he looked at her, seeing Auxana at all was good. The most beautiful thing in the world could stand before him, and he'd rather look at Auxana. Looks just meant less to him, Auxana could wear rags or the gown of queen and it wouldn't matter much to him, even if she was grotesquely thin or obese, it wouldn't matter much to him. There was only one look that did mean a something to him, and he hoped for the opportunity to show that style to her, but if she didn't like that look, it wouldn't be a problem.<br/><br/>White thought about Auxana's question, pretty was an odd concept to her. "I think he enjoys looking at you, I think in a way he looks at you and doesn't see someone who might look good or bad, but just sees Auxana, and that makes him happy. I think Havoc is attracted to you and not how you look. Though it does seem like he does have one style he likes. But he has no expectations of you, if you want muscles, that's fine with him, if you want to wear robes, that's fine with him." She sighed, she couldn't be a hundred percent sure this was accurate, she knew Havoc, but she wasn't actually him. She also had never even talked to him, she knew a good bit because she watched him all his life, and could sense what he felt, but specifics could be iffy. "I wish you could talk to him yourself about all this, I'm sure he'd be able to reassure you better."<br/><br/>Auxana could feel that Meena was pleased, but she also got a feeling that Meena would ask something of her soon. Havoc stood up after Auxana and prepared to go, soon everything was ready, he hopped on Henry and looked to Auxana to see if she was ready.<br/><br/>White was hesitant to talk about the ring, there were things about it that she didn't fully understand, and she doubted that even Havoc fully knew what he had done. "That ring... It's incredibly complex, and it’s getting stronger the more you wear it as it uses your excess magical energy. He made it so it feeds on the magical waste that comes out when your magic isn’t in use. I don’t think you could make a ring like that, but one that is from your own self, just like that ring is a part of Havoc, is possible. And usefulness isn’t what I’m worried about, but creating objects like that from nothing is neither easy nor simple, it’ll take devotion and there could be complications."<br/><br/>Havoc noticed Auxana switch the ring to a different finger. His heart leapt in his chest, surely she couldn’t know what that meant. After the final stage of uniting each person wear rings on their left middle finger given to them by the other, and often they also became married at this point. She couldn’t have known, could she have? No he couldn’t accept it, they hadn’t actually begun uniting, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to, it meant things that Auxana shouldn’t lightly agree to. He decided that he didn’t have a ring that she gave him so it wasn’t possible to mean that they were united. He took a deep breath then smiled at her. “Ready to go Auxana?”<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Carmichael took her hand with his non-dominant hand, which didn’t look too awkward for him. He looked to your other arm to see why it was unusable, but she hid it from him. He looked up at her, his eyes were piercing into hers, trying to figure her out. It would have been a little intimidating, but eventually his gaze softened. “I’m afraid I am unable to take credit for his control. Yes I did teach him many things about being a vampire, such as controlling his powers and abilities. But his willpower was always his own, he never needed help with controling his bloodlust, he takes more precautions than even the higher council. Many of my progenies I do have to raise to not just be a vampire but a responsible person, guide them in their growing up to be men or women. Kryban came matured, he knew how to be a good man, all I had to do was teach him was how to be a vampire. In all honesty if there was any of my students I expect to surpass me, it’s Kryban. Now I feel like I should let you two talk. Excuse me.” Carmichael got up and moved over to a seat away from them.<br/><br/>Kryban did have powerful willpower, in fact it was boosted by his passive magic. He had the ability to push past things that would put a stop to the strongest of people once it activated. Certain events triggered more of it, such as needing to protect Norah from himself. Kryban’s hidden magic allowed him to push past limits that shouldn’t be possible. Walking through fire with a leg that had nerve damage was done through a trigger, but operating fine on cured blood and never pure blood was just passive willpower. But either way there would be times where it tolled on him.<br/><br/>Kryban looked at Norah’s arm and became concerned, did he make that happen? Was she okay? But she seemed okay as she began to talk to him, just a little nervous. He gave her his full attention while she talked, his dazzling eyes staring kindly into hers. He was going to say your welcome, but then she said inconvenience, and he was confused. Then she asked if he was afraid of her, his confusion rising until she talked about his not being ready, and then it clicked. His heart plummeted, the feelings he was pushing down were not just one way. Which was not good, because that made it real. He could fight his feelings but how could he ask her to fight hers? That wouldn’t have been right, they were her feelings to feel. Panic rose in his chest but he fought through it. “I’m not afraid of you Norah. I’ve just done this whole thing before, not exactly like this, but I’ve done love, or at least I thought I did, and it didn’t work out. Can you see how I would want to avoid that situation again? It’s not that I expect you to be like my ex-wife, but I’m afraid of myself, afraid that I’ll do something that would drive you away. As long as I keep my distance then that won’t happen.” Though his heart was racing and everything told him to panic and do something drastic, he got past it. Kryban shook his head, let out a breath and smiled lightly and kindly at her. He was thinking about what made his situation with his ex-wife so unbearable. “But I can’t ask you to just push down feelings you’re having for my sake, especially when that’s just my own fear. So... I don’t know but i feel there has to be some options that are good for both of us. I guess I can give you some compromises that come to mind and you can see if any of them works for you.” He was used to making deal and compromises, it was a part of his job.<br/><br/>Kryban thought for a moment and then spoke again. “We could do things in a somewhat unorthodox manner, when I look back at my relationship with my ex-wife, those aren’t happy memories. I think that’s because we fit the mold of husband and wife but didn’t have a real closeness between us. I did all the husband things like work the fields, fix up the house, do things that needed to be done. My ex-wife did all the wife things, cooked, cleaned, sewed clothes, things like that. We just went through the motions, didn’t actually care for each other, I mean I cared for her, but it wasn’t quite love, the same even before we got married. When my children were born and I started laughing and playing with them, that’s when I knew love. So I guess I’m suggesting we could do things in a more relaxed manner, no molds to fit in. I haven’t ever done that before.” Kryban was raised under the idea that husband and wife was more about the roles rather than love, even dating was similar with boyfriend and girlfriend roles. So to him anything else was foreign, he wasn’t even sure what there would be to do without following those molds. His dating life was pretty formal, asking her to the dance, walking her home, they rarely just talked and almost never just laughed and had fun together.<br/><br/>Kryban paused wondering if what he just said made any sense at all. So he continued to a different option. “We could also go slow, so that it’s easier for me to handle doing it all over again. Or we could do it fast so I don’t have time to push you away.” His hands went to his head, his willpower starting to crack as he realized he was out of his depths. “Oh gods, I don’t know, I basically just don’t want to do it like I did it with my ex-wife. Is that pathetic of me? To try to force things certain ways just because of a part of my past horrifies me to much? I’m sorry Norah, I don’t know how to do right by you. Gods I wish I did, I care about you, in was I’m not even sure I should… I guess you at least you get to see how pathetic I am and now...” He didn’t finish, he was going to say: Now that you’ve seen me weak, you get to push me away like my ex-wife, maybe that’s for the best… But he couldn’t he had just a little bit of dignity left, and he didn’t want Norah to see him as that bad. I’ve lost love twice now, he thought to himself, he was so sure Norah would see him as pathetic now. Why am I so weak, I’ve been strong for so long, why do I crumble now?