Simple lies, Strange eyes [Lestrade]

[lestrade]

I'm telling these tears, "Go and fall away, fall away."
May the last one burn into flames.

“Lupei is dead.”

That statement said so matter-of-factly, sends a jolt of disbelief through Lestrade. His reluctant caretaker, a man who had recklessly set a kingdom on fire just because he could, was dead. Their relationship was hard to define. Lupei was just like his white-hot flames – hard to get close to and dangerous. He had hardly been the comforting shoulder to cry on when the young boy had been violently thrust from his mother’s side years ago.

But, at least, he wasn’t dead yet.

The wolf cared in his own standoffish way, even if Lestrade could never understand why. Lupei was smart on the uptake and recognized mint and violet child as one of his own, though he had never been generous enough to share his knowledge of their familial ties to the boy in question. He had helped Lestrade survive the dangerous residents of the Chamber (in particular keeping the child from trying to drop kick the oblivious Kingslay whom caused his separation in the first place and from maliciously chasing after many of Straia’s magical raven spies). After the Reckoning occurred, Lupei made sure he had lived and the wolf had continued to seek him out every once in a while. Although their relationship had been tenuous at best, it remained the only steady relationship to a living person that Lestrade had.

But that connection had now been extinguished.

And Lestrade would have carried on clueless for god knows how long before he realized that Lupei hadn’t visited him in a long while. The stallion could certainly be said to have a sense for unlucky timing (see the example of traumatic giant flame walls with the recent addition of proclamations of death in his case file). The mint stallion furiously strode from the foliage he had been passing through towards the messenger of bad news. He was slightly taken aback by the array of greens before him, his own coat color reflecting the same color scheme. But he could not be deterred from the one crucial, startling fact that this stranger had conveyed.

“Lupei dead? Who’d the bastard piss off?”

Lestrade demanded answers.

Lestrade

mint & violet son of lupei and azlyn.