#ciiadasin

          It wasn’t the most punctilious thing to do, the chuckle that escapes amaranth lips almost a bit too loud in the stillness of the suburb streets. But the melodious voice which rings is not one that dances upon a gibe. It is the sound of innocent mirth before steps are taken to close the space between her and the stranger. The stranger with the appearance that is antipodal to even someone like her.

❝ It must have been that wind from earlier, you have a bunch of leaves in your hair. You should probably - ❞ 

“Hey, Jak! Who is what taller fella with sliver hair? Hes haves a sword just like yours!” Dexter asked his friend with an curious look.

“So, what’s the deal with you keeping all of my half-siblings a big secret until the last second?”