DANSE MACABRE ★ open; visitor

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Angel listened intently when Gael hit the scene, nodding to make it known he understood. He couldn't be angry or place blame, there was none to place upon the Pitt and it's people. Even if he thought their problems were beyond him, he was much too young to have seen any of it to truly understand why they disliked each other. All he had to go off of was what he heard from the older wanderers who were there for it all. "Fair is fair." He responded to Gael, but no more than that was offered.

Partially because there was no more to say about it and partially because his bothers had finally arrived. Angel’s expression changed from friendly albeit neutral to overwhelming relief to see them both alive and well. He could address the problem with his father later. ”Hydro, Asmodeus, I’m so happy to see you both!” The cub confessed with a shaky breath, like he would cry if he didn’t keep a hold on it. The separation hadn’t made him used to being away from his brothers after all. A twinge of guilt struck him when Hydrostatic asked the question he’d expected to hear eventually, if he was going to stay. Angel sighed quietly. ”I’m afraid not. I’ve made too many...connections.” The jaguar cub looked over his shoulder at Saturn, and Laeglín by extension, straightening his shoulders once his head turned back. ”I miss you both terribly, but our mother has issued a challenge, and I’d hate to give her a moment of peace.” Despite the spite that dripped from his words, almost like venom, the corners of his mouth turned up into a sly grin. ”Would he such a shame to make her watch her runt turn out successful, I have work to do.”

[i]Angel attempted to gently tap Hydro’s shoulder with a small golden paw, eyes turned to Atticus. Ah, suppose it was time to tackle the bigger issue. One of his ears twitched. ”Tanglewood made their presence known on our borders, I would rather not visit theirs. I love my father, but I can not...condone his action. When I see him again I want to he when he is home.” There was a pause from the cub, his voice wavering until it returned once again a tone more serious, lower. ”Alive.”