PULLING back on his bottom lip, He’s not sure what to tell this woman - there is an air of sadness to her now, he’d love to fix it, to find a way to make it stop, He’s got no idea who she is. He still can’t deny the clear comfort with him, but that’s all he has at this moment - that there is comfort. It was what she said that left him a bit shook, mention of his mother. She had never been mentioned to him, unfortunately - he didn’t even get to know much about her, his father was less than interested in him - let alone telling him about a mother who only knew him for no more than a few hours. ❞ Oh, did you know her? ❞ That’s what he asked, because there was nothing else to explain it, if he’s a vampire that mean’s ‘people’ from the same time period… they could exist too. He was hoping for closure, to learn something about his mother - anything would have been nice, to even know her name would fill something in him, make him feel like he wasn’t alone…- that he wasn’t completely made up from nothing and that’s when she asked about the medallion, instinctually fingers came to grasp around it, his only connection to his mother - and a wave of almost wanting to get away from this woman came over him, the feeling was just too much - too much familiarity, turning away from her slightly, he’s still answering her question. ❝ It was given to me, it’s my mothers. Which - it’s getting a bit strange, so I’m going to ask for some answers or I’ll figure the situation out myself - I get it, ‘people’ can live a long time, and by your reaction to me; you’ve been around the bend. ❞ He doesn’t mean to be accusatory, he’s usually not this quick to jump the gun - but the comfort has slipped into unease. ❞ You a friend of hers? Friend of my dads? Family? ❞ Talking about his mother brings a bit of a quiver to his lips; he doesn’t know her, and there is almost jealousy that other did.
“ i knew her pretty damn well, zeke... still know her pretty damn well. “ she contemplated whether she should tell him the truth, but she decides against it. for now at least. “ your mother was a good woman, at least i thought she was. “ the hybrid lets out a shaky breath as she keeps her eyes glued to the amulet, still wondering how it had gotten to him. maybe she was asking too many questions, seeming too suspicious. but he has a right to know. she didn’t know what kind of a father arthur was to ezekiel, but there’s a feeling in the pit of her stomach that he wasn’t a very good one, only took him in because of rowena’s death. of course, it could be anything, certainly she couldn’t be the only person in the world to have owned that same medallion. but hearing that it’s hers his mothers, the theory is shut down. “ that’s my amulet... “ she mumbles quietly, hands wanting to reach out and touch the brass pendant. “ yeah, yeah i’ll give you all the answers you want. ask anything. “ she shakes her head as she slips her bag on over her shoulder, a long and shaky breath is being pulled from her lips. throwing her previous thought out the window, she decides maybe now is a good time to tell him. before she even knows what’s happening she’s staggering forward to wrap her arms around zeke’s waist, pulling him into a tight hug. it happened quickly, and the young hybrid is quickly trying to compose herself as she rips herself away, hand shooting up to wipe at her eyes. “ y-your mother was given the chance to be turned into a vampire three hours after your birth, but only if she were to stay under the radar and away from her family. i accepted this, knowing the risks of being caught by hunters were too dangerous if i were to stay around and possibly put you in any harms way. i couldn’t do that to you. i’m rowena comeau and i only got four hours with you in a grimy hospital bed, but i knew i loved you more than anything, and i wanted to protect you... even if that meant staying away from my baby boy. “
