Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
He took a breath, moving to sit at the edge of the bed, pulling a tin of smokes from the pocket of his coat. He offered it out to Ilya, an olive branch of sorts.
"You're not going to like what I have to say. All I ask is that you listen, and do your best to remain calm. Remind yourself you won't allow anything to happen under your woman's roof," Or to her roof, for that matter, but he got the sense Ilya didn't understand that the fire, that night, had been his fault.
Rather than draw things out any longer, he took a smoke for himself, lighting it and taking a drag. "I was at your show tonight, because I have been dreaming too, Ilya. I didn't understand it at first, until I saw you speaking to the girl, Renesmee. The other dhampir," The hand with the cigarette scrubbed over his forehead, giving him an available excuse not to look Ilya in the eye as he spoke.
"We are connected, Ilya, because I am your father, biologically. I never knew of you, in the world before- you know I couldn't have," Had he known, he would have been forced to hunt Ilya down and destroy him, as all dhampir were supposed to be. He assumed Ilya had heard, or at least read, as much.