ORPHAN KING.

you know, he's just gonna hug welsh tightly and whisper a little thank you.

          UNPROMPTED. // @189time​

Of course a little startled -- but Welsh welcomes him with open arms. Because that’s what Welsh does, and because Welsh knows.

A hand goes on his back. A back on which weight and pressure push down on, and yet Hop 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨, and Hop 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙨, and Hop 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙨. And he lives. 

“ ‘S okay, ” he says quietly. “ Am here. ”

Because that’s all he can do. A king’s only good if he’s there to support his people -- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

“ ... Let’s go eat som’thin’, okay ? I’ll make lunch fer us. ”

     “Bold of you to think I have any faith in biological families.”

                               Just because apparently kings are closest to what’s Holy doesn’t mean he can’t fucking throw hands with ‘em.

❝ if they do it again, you tell me. ❞ Said after he curb-stomped a group of thugs who had been STUPID enough to try and contest him. They're but a bruised mess on the floor. A helping hand is offered to the boy on the floor.

I DON’T REMEMBER THE PROMPT. // @settdown​.

When the man finds the boy, he is but cowering in the very back of an alley in which he had been cornered. The city wasn’t for him, he had thought, and while he did try to stand up for himself -- outnumbered, overpowered, soon enough, Welsh had fallen on his knees ...

                                                                                  ... And then he appeared.

Welsh first peers past the arms covering his face with stupor in his eyes, before carefully lowering both lims.

“ oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad ?! ”

STUBBORN MUSES. // @189time​.

The cut along his arm is severe, and Welsh cannot help but wince in pain when the icy air licks the wound in a breeze. He knows he should have said something, but, call it 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕕'𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖. 

     “Hewwo.”