Normally, Agatha wanted to be the only supernatural being. She was drawn to the power and she siphoned it to be hers. But, Beta was different. She determined he would always be different. She would always hold some affection for him, mainly because he looked like her son. A son she didn’t do right by and now he was gone. Banished, because he had turned into his own demise. Agatha didn’t know where he was, and she was certain that he would no longer want anything to do with her.
In a twisted way, Beta was a second chance for Agatha. There wasn’t a day that didn’t go by where she didn’t think of her son, Nicholas, but she would be damned if she let anything happen to Beta.
“A shame indeed.” Love was dangerous, it caused pain. It made people weak. It was harrowing to know that she would willingly put others first before herself.
Her jaw set tightly as her brows furrow. “I see meaning.” She answered, even if she was certain that he didn’t really want her to. Agatha had been alone for so long. Loveless, unhappy. Here before her sat a hope that there was still some good left in her. She would always go to him for help, because she knew he would always give it. Her intuition told her that he, too, while deep down, cared for her as well. “I see a son…”
There was something different about Agatha, she was not quite an ally as much as she was a teacher to him in some strange way. Perhaps he was tamed by the newfound discovery that he was not the only one of his kind, at least in terms of being a supernatural being. How strange it was that things changed. At her words, his brows furrowed and he sat back slightly. “Hmph.” His usual response. There should not have been any care, no second thoughts, they should be enemies.
Then, his eyes flickered over to her, a bewildered light in slightly glowing hazel eyes. Of all the answers he could have recieved, this was not one of them. Never in a thousand moons would he have considered such a unique response. They were ancient beings after all, she harbored a life from before, as did he. But he did not remember much of his old life. He remained silent, a hand taking hold of his sleeve.
“I do not see why,” Beta mused out loud. What was he supposed to say? It was an almost harrowing response. He knew what it was like to care for someone like that, it had only brought pain to him. For a moment he remembered Lydia, not quite his daughter nor anyone from before, but he knew the feeling. It was not one he was particularly fond of. It was purely instinctive for him.
He fell quiet, staring over at the other with silent question in his eyes.
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