HER VOW.

   He felt small.

   Odd, given he’d since passed his mother’s height, but the sight of her petite form in the doorway, the darker shades of maroon on her dress and pitch stockings starkly contrasted against the white, saltflake covered world outside, the subtle, familiar warmth of her smile and laugh, the fact she was there all gave him pause. The chill on the wind, however, hurriedly brushed by as he held the door open, bringing him back to reality and hurriedly stepping out of the way (almost tripping over himself all the while), to let her inside.

   “… Y-yes, I’m okay. I, uh,” Awkwardly caught off-guard, he sighs at the current state of the small, cramped apartment, suffering from the clutter and large bags of salt from having a sudden additional tenant from the sea forced upon it. “Please forgive the mess, Mama. We don’t really… expect company too often. —Can I get you some tea or water?”

perhaps certain things would never change. the way he always seemed to hold himself and the way he chose to deal with things would always remain the same. the scenery was a bit nostalgic, even, taken on how familiar it was. she was happy just standing there, making sure that he was well ------- she doesn’t know much about the other one. she doesn’t need to, actually. whoever this person was, just to see him like that was more than enough, never mind the huge mess that their apartment was now... oh dear. she stares for a moment, unsure of what to say for now; mikleo was always found of tidy and clean places and this was the complete opposite of it.