i was informed you’d be here. wanted to see the mess unfold in real time.
oh, you’re home. the taverns must have run dry of wine.
there are plenty of people , you simply have to look around.
he is my father and my mother is dead. who else is there to seek love from .ᐣ his soul may be damned but i would never forsake him.
perhaps we ought to stay away from your father.
bless you!
head slightly tilts in the direction of her touch, his first form of comfort in days. “well i’m glad someone can unlock the mysteries it holds when no one else can.”
“i can.” she gives a playful tap to his forehead before letting her fingertips linger to brush softly against his temple. “it is somewhat of a labyrinth lately.”
unaware that a man like him, if we can even consider him that, isn’t one to seek love from.
unaware of what, precisely .ᐣ i know what he is, but you have implied that my father holds no love for me, only performance. if someone declared the same to vaella, she would take the same offense.
┈ ⟡ the 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 ꒦ ⊹ doesn’t get to ᴰ𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴 ⸳ 𝁼 † anything — not ִֶָ ࣪ ╋━ even how they 𝙳𝙸𝙴. 𖤐 𓌏 ݁ 〞 ִֶָ 𓆷
kissing the next person i see.
appreciated, yet i highly doubt a day where your father is my brother will be a good one.
oh .ᐟ thank you, uncle. ☺ good morrow to you as well.
good morrow. nice to see someone in this family having normal interests.
good morrow. the princess has braided her own hair with so many pretty flowers today. 🌸