#grimecrowned

𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒, hand reached forth to cradle the younger's jaw. a simple touch - one that a mortal would have suffered greatly ( the sensation of buzzing, crawling, burning, flesh blackening as it would succumb to the rot ). but for pollution, a pleasant hum and nothing more. ' it was a compliment, my dear. i would never wish you to become any other way. ' fatherly in their affection.

it's  not  a  giddy  smile  on  her  features  now,  wide  with  wonder  as  bloodshed  and  chaos  surround  her. there's  a  quiet,  but  no  less  deadly,  smirk  toying  with  the  corners  of  cherry  red  lips  as  she  narrowly  avoids  stepping  what  looks  to  be  some  kind  of  dead  animal. they  had  been  drinking  from  the  river. pity. ❛  you  should  have  seen  all  of  the  litter  in  a  war  camp,  ❜  war  greets  @grimecrowned  in  the  only  way  they  ever  have  ;  by  throwing  a piece of trash ( this time an  empty  coffee  cup )  straight  into  the  water. ❛  people  have  never  cleaned  up  for  themselves,  no  matter  what  century  it  is. ❜  there's  almost  a  nostalgic  tone  to  her  voice  and  she  sighs,  avoiding  the  bench  towards  the  river  and  instead  plopping  down  in  what  was  left  of  the  grass. mostly  dead  weeds  now. 

𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍, 𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃. ah well, the trials of fatherhood, they supposed. white silk loungewear marred with sludge, but a smile played upon rarely gentle features. ' i'll get it. why don't you sit on the sofa while i clean up, hm? ' the soft and supple, cream leather sofa ... well, there goes that. they pull a SLEEK black cell from their pocket and toss it to the younger. ' - there's games on my phone. '