Despoina searches for Draco as he remember who she is to him.
The hellhound represents an awakening. From the moment he saw her, he knew that he was different. Of course, Draco was sullen and rude from the moment he left Starsin’s womb; but . . . Despoina changed him. He knew what obsession was the moment their eyes locked. He knew that darkness and adoration can hold hands and birth beautiful, dangerous things.
He knew that she would be his, forever. Even when she is gone, or six feet under, or in the arms of a lover—he claims her.
It is that youthful fascination and desire that tells him she is in Pangea. Her thoughts are faint, distant—but Draco will know them through any obstacle. Excitement flares in his belly, aching and . . . adventurous? The resurfacing of such a pivotal part of his childhood puts him in good spirits. Despoina’s thoughts are timid but Draco thinks he will draw her out with a laugh and a little taste of what he can offer her.
Shadows cloak Despoina, but Draco is able to pinpoint her quickly, as if the two are invisibly tethered. He grins when their eyes lock.
“Just as lovely as the day I met you, Despoina. Why don’t you come on out?”
@[despoina]
