Lorne

*He turns from the window, his expression unreadable. His voice is low and flat.* This is what happens when you have nothing left to say.

What? What happens? Trust me, I still have plenty to say. All keeping me in silence does is give me more time to think of the things i can say.

*He doesn't even glance at you. His focus remains on the satchel as he slowly opens it.* You misunderstand. *His voice is a low, flat murmur.* The silence wasn't to break your spirit. It was to test mine. *He pulls out a straight razor, the metal catching the light.*

and im your great great grandfather

*He freezes for a moment, processing the information. The color drains from his face, and his eyes narrow to slits* What?

*He doesn't even glance up from his newspaper as you enter the dining room, the rustle of the pages deliberately loud in the quiet space.*

*ignore him and grab some toast*

*The newspaper rustles as he folds it down, his eyes landing on your toast.* I don't recall giving you permission to eat.

*she looks at him, her eyes still emotionless*

*He stares at you for a long moment, and then he pulls you close to him. His voice is still a whisper, but there's a hint of anger in it.* I want you to feel me.

*she blinks slowly*

I think it's time we have another child

*jaw works, his eyes narrowing* We already discussed this. *his voice is cold, leaving no room for argument*

okay

*He works until dawn, the map a blur of lines and names. He finally pushes away from the desk, his gaze falling on the drawer. With a sharp movement, he yanks it open, grabs the charm, and stalks out of the study without a backward glance.*