Love is a strange size

Ezra wanted to hear what she said, but alas they were interrupted by a stranger walking in. However judging how Iola reacted, perhaps it wasn't a stranger after all. Moving to stand, they stood for a bit, still holding Iola's hand. Something was off with the daemon, but they couldn't put a finger on it.

Dom smiled at her, walking closer as he inspected her. The way she reacted was how he had hoped. He had always been told how much he resembled his father, and this only confirmed it. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting this long, I'm sorry, but I had some ... Trouble, finding you and everything," he said calmly, sitting down on the side of the bed. It was clear he was relaxed, and it made Ezra grit their teeth a little. Despite not being the jealous type, they didn't like how the daemon was looking at Iola. Dom smiled at Iola, moving a hand up to her forehead. "A little feverish, but not too bad - Have you had something to feed on yet?" he asked, and Ezra couldn't stay quiet anymore. "Not to be rude, but who in the Abyss are you?" they said, feeling the frustration in their chest.

Dom wasn't bothered by the mythical's outburst, frankly he found it a little funny. It was clear that the guy feared feeling for the daemoness, but it was unclear where they stood. As he heard Iola speak of who he was, a faint smile appeared on his lips. His assumptions had been true then. Ezra didn't feel relieved to hear who the daemon was, to be honest, now they worried more. Was this savior here to take her away from them? Them who had always cared for her, and were finally able to show their emotions towards her? "I see," Ezra said in a silent voice, looking down at their hand holding hers. It felt like their relationship hang by a string, and they didn't know what to do.
"To be honest, I thought I could continue to live without you ... But ever since I let you go, I have dreamed of this day; You're special, you're someone whom I care for, and that is a rarity among us pureblooded," Dom said, looking at Iola with a convincingly caring expression. "I know you might not want to be with me, and that is fine, but I want to keep you safe ... And I want to try and heal your legs," he said, looking in to Iola's eyes as his hand moved from her forehead to her cheek.

Ezra felt bewildered. What were they supposed to do in this situation? They felt absolutely helpless. If Iola chose to go with that guy, then who was to say she would ever look back at them? She was a pretty girl, even if she didn't realize it herself. Any guy would probably throw themselves at her if they got the chance, and it had always been one of those things that scared Ezra the most.

Dom chuckled softly, however in his head he was a little annoyed at the fact that the daemon was still holding on to the mythical. When she said that her legs couldn't be healed, he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Oh, but it could be possible - I have managed to consult with a great number of doctors, even some healers from Korinthia, and they think it could be possible," he said, smiling softly. It was a lie of course, but not one that she would see on his face. Dom had a way of looking truly caring.

Ezra felt their phone ringing, frowning as it was Margot, they excused themself, going out in to the hall to take the call, but keeping the door open so that Iola could call any moment for them.

Dom shook his head, clicking his tongue a little as she asked what he wanted in return. "I'm not looking for money or anything like that ... I need some information, something I hope that you could help me with," he said, sounding genuine as always. The daemon was a great manipulator, and he looked towards the door. "You want to be there for him, right? You want to be someone for him?" he asked, trying to find his way in through the cracks. "Walking could give you that; a normal life where you two could walk around parks, go to the movies ... You would be able to bear children and hold yourself again," he said.

Ezra stepped out, frowning as they heard a familiar voice. It was Margot. Her voice sounded distressed, but worst of all it sounded like she had been crying. Had something happened to her? Or worse, had Ace finally snapped and hurt her? They were shaking a little as she disclosed her information, and the mythical eyed the hospital room as realization set in. Telling Margot where they were, they hung up, not wanting to leave Iola alone with that creep. Ezra came in, standing in the door they kept a strict eye on the daemon, and it seemed like he noticed. "I think it's time you leave," they said calmly.

It was like being fed the with the sweetest of lies without knowing that it was all just a deception. Giving her her legs back for the price of a little help with something. She folded her lips, feeling her eyes tear up as she just blindly believed it. How could she not? To her, he was who she believed had saved her and given her a second chance at life. And the picture he painted with Ezra was making her heart flutter. She glanced towards the door before she looked at him again. "Okay," she whispered happily, just as Ezra came back in. She looked at them and despite how calm they behaved, she could tell they didnt trust the daemon the way she did. "Ezzy, it's okay," she said in a happy tone. "He'll help me get my legs back, we could..." she stopped herself, a soft smile spreading on her lips instead.

Dom smiled hearing the daemoness comply to his offer. He could use her, and if she so willingly gave herself over, why not just take the ripe fruit for himself? However as the mythical returned, his face became rather stoic, the corners of his lips turning downwards in a faint frown. Hearing the young daemon plead for him, made him look at her with a sweetness to his eyes. Oh, he had her right where he wanted.

"He's not who you think he is ... He hurt Margot," Ezra said in a firm voice, moving over to grab the male daemon's shoulder and pulling him away from Iola. "Hurt who?" Dom said, his voice completely innocent, looking to the young daemoness for some help, but the mythical shook it's head in disgust. "Me, asshole," Margot said, stepping through the door, her hair wild and her breath heavy from having ran the rest of the way. "Now get away from her, or the gods help you," she said, pointing at the daemon. Dom scoffed, looking to Iola with a softened gaze. "Do you see this my dear? This is what all daemons must face one day or another ... The scrutiny of being a villain in someone's twisted fantasies," he sighed, gesturing to Margot and Ezra. "They clearly don't want you to embrace what you've become, and without doing that you'll never heal," he said.

Margot went to stand by Ezra and Iola, protecting the daemon, despite her just being a human. It showed who she truly was; Someone who was not going to hurt those she cared about. "Don't strain yourself, Iola, just relax and let us handle it," she said, even though she knew that she had no physical advantage.

Ezra didn't know what to say, hearing how Iola reacted to the new revelation made their heart beat faster. She sounded so heart broken, and now they felt guilty for even letting it come to this. They shouldn't have done what they did, they should've headed home right after they figured out she could walk, but they had been stupid and selfish. But having heard how she had pleaded with them, it had been hard to turn her away. Now they had more pressing matters to attend to; The stranger in the room.

Dom knew the jig was up, sighing as he shook his head. He looked to Margot, clicking his tongue a little. "Where's your boyfriend?" he asked, a sly smile on his lips. It was clear it affected the human, but he didn't get the reaction he wanted. He then turned to look at the daemon in the hospital bed. "Dominic Grimwald ... It was my father who took care of you, but ever since you got out, he and my mother has been missing," he said in a calm voice. He wasn't one to get sentimental, but he was the last one in his family. "I had hoped that you could help me locate them, and I wasn't lying about healing your legs, at least to an extent," he said, but everything he said could just as well be a lie.

Dom was rather surprised as the daemon agreed to help, but he was not pleased with the way that the other two present looked at him. On the other hand, he had expected it at this point. He was not liked, but he was not without reason. The reason for hurting Margot still stood as valid in his eyes; He needed the information and Ace had not been too willing to just hand it over. It was justified for him. He gave a brief thank you to Iola, reaching over and placing a business card on the small table beside her bed. "Contact me as soon as you are able to," he said in a calm voice, eyeing Margot, a brief smile running over his lips. "Are you sure you wanna stay here and not come with me?" he asked with a smirk on his lips.

Margot stood her ground, shaking her head. Iola was free to do as she chose to, but the human was not going to trust the male daemon anytime soon. Once Dom left, she felt herself relax more, sitting down in one of the chairs, placing her hands over her eyes. So much was going on in her mind, and she felt like she needed to run. Run and run until she could run anymore and then just hide away. However that wouldn't work right now. She was scared, everything was uncertain and she didn't know what to do.

Ezra felt the tension from their friend, placing a hand on her shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. They wanted to tend to her also, but right now they were more worried about Iola. With a pained look, they went to her bed, sitting down beside her, placing a hand on top of hers. They needed to talk, but they were afraid that she was going to get angry, that she was going to yell at them for taking advantage of her. "Margot, could you give me some privacy with Iola?" they pleaded, keeping their eyes on the daemon in front of them. Margot nodded, leaving the room and sitting down outside the room on one of the chairs. Ezra felt like a coward, they held this secret, but now it was done. They felt like scum. "I need to tell you what happened," they mumbled softly, and then they went on to speak about it. Telling her everything, from how she had left the bar, finding her in the alley standing and walking. How she had pleaded and begged with them to give in and in the end they had. "I'm so sorry Io, I should've used my brain, I shouldn't have thought of you like that or even done what I had ... I feel like the worst, and it's okay if you hate me or are angry," they said.

Ezra felt scared, were she going to scold them for what they had done to her? But then she said she was sad that she couldn't remember, making them turn their eyes to hers with a pleading gaze. That sentence hurt more than anything, because they would remember that night for the rest of their life. How she had pleaded and sung sweet moans just for them, how she had clung to them, whispering all of the right words to keep them going. They felt water appear in their eyes, looking down as they felt shameful still. "I'm saddened by that too ... But maybe it's a sign that I was wrong ... That I shouldn't have taken advantage of you - I mean, you're supposed to be my sister," they admitted, feeling the shame spread in their body. It wasn't an easy place they had landed in, but they just couldn't help but love the daemon in front of them. "Iola, I care for you, deeper than anyone, but you're supposed to be with someone you didn't grow up with," they said, breathing out through their nose. Gods, it stung saying this out loud, because yesterday they had never felt more themself. She had touched every part of their body, and they had found themself loving it, loving her touch and how she had whimpered once they had finally connected. Even thinking of it made them blush, closing their eyes in shame.

They knew it was harsh, but in a way they felt like they needed to punish themself. But then came a question that made them swallow, opening their eyes to look in to hers. "I guess part of me wish that it never ended," they admitted. How could they just sit there and say that out loud like some perverted asshole? Tensing their jaw, they tried breathing calmly. "I don't think I'll ever regret it ... And I feel disgusting for admitting that, but I mean it ... I love you, Io, and I wish I had taken better care of you last night," they admitted. They weren't ashamed entirely by what they had been doing, because she had consented in every way, but sitting here in the hospital, they honestly felt responsible. "A-and maybe I was too rough ... I don't know, I'm just waiting for a nurse to come in here and scold me for being with you or something," they said, clutching her hand in theirs. They wanted to be free to love her, but it was as if they still bore the older sibling thing on their shoulders. Leaning closer they kissed her forehead, even though they really wanted to feel her lips. "All I wanted was for you to feel loved, that the stupid chair don't mean anything when you're with me, and that your body is all I've ever longed for," they whispered, scared to say it too loud. They felt a few tears escape. It was perhaps their burden to bear; The fact that they could remember and she couldn't.

//Outdated <3//