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poor boy.

what do you think he was having nightmares about?

he’s such a sensitive kid

you’ve got to pay attention because he’s taking all of it in and all of it to heart and you might miss it.

it’s my fault, i forgot to remind him that the story has a happy ending. i ended on a scary chapter and he went to bed worried.

‘she breaks the wicked witch’s curse, niño.’ A younger man with no gray in his hair, less lines on his face, explained hurriedly and sincerely to the boy still hiccuping quietly.

‘a wicked witch can’t ever win, don’t you know?” He wrapped his arm around the kid, bumping his little shoulder.

‘you know that the princess does?’ He waited to hear that little sniffle of what. ‘She wakes up, and comes back with all the new friends she made. the dragon helps her, remember him?

and, the shoemaker. And our friend the Good Fairy.

And allll the animals from the forest, they show up at the castle. they free her prince from the dungeon, and then you know what they do?

they break the wicked witch’s scepter. and they kick her to the curb.” Well actually they killed her, but he didn’t want Theo to worry about her either.

“‘…and nobody in the town wanted to rent to her so she had to retire in Hoboken.” Damien made a face, which turned into a grin to see the little boy laughing quietly.

‘See it’s all okay, little guy.

one with long, ash-brown hair, flecks of greyish strands in between the dark strands. it falls down her back in somewhat unkempt curls. her most decorous smile betraying naturally hesitant nature when she thinks no one is watching.

another with short brown-black hair, thick, indignant locks coiling in a similar fashion to my own when cut so close to the scalp. she insists on a cartilage piercing at 10, to my dismay.