หยฐโข*โโท โ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก, ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐.โ
Heartwarming moments when the weight of isolation got lifted just enough to make it feel like all was right in the world were a rarity at one point in Lysander's life. But whenever one of those moments did come about, chances were they had his adopted daughter, Aileen, at the very center every time ๐ฉท
Eventually, somewhere in the back of his mind and in the depths of his heart, he couldn't help but start to believe she had been sent his way by his late wife, Fae. The little girl even looked like she could have been their true born child. There was even a scar underneath her left eyeโ where Fae had a beauty mark too. And the more Aileen grew, the more her features seemed to resemble her.
Real as the grass beneath his feet or just a product of his own imagination after such grief, Lysander could never tell. But honestly.. how could a heartbroken husband not take great comfort in such strange coincidences? ๐ฅน๐คงโค๏ธโ๐ฉน
But I, the all-seeing god of their world, can say it is not that coincidental at all ๐คโจ
On a different noteโ Timberjacks make me so soft, they're so huge they can perfectly create a safe little perimeter around their humans like COME OOON ๐ญ๐งก๐คโจ
I'm still salty about the lack of content for my beloved sharp class giants in the franchise btw so I GUESS I have to make it myself ๐คโ๐ป Unbelievable
