#infinitehcpe

  ‘ ah , sit still for a second longer, eliya --’     illyana’s words, though harsh, came from a place of love,  though with her hands so busy fussing with the flowers in her sons hair, it partially came from impatience. ‘  there.’ taking a step back to admire her handiwork, she smiled, ‘ so handsome --’ she remarked, her brother had always let her braid her flowers into his ( albeit short ) hair, one of the most simplest expressions of her affection. ‘

           * illyana’s only half way out of her portal / before she knocks on her sons door. she may be a teleporter, but she knows better than to intrude on privacy. so instead, the stepping circle appeared feet in front of the wooden door. the scent of sulfur masked by a bag of fast food. more like a pile scrunched under her left arm.      ‘ мой мальчик ? elichka ? [ @infinitehcpe ] ‘     each beat of the name broken by another sharp tap at the door.        ‘  i’ve brought your favourites you know --    and some strong shoulders ears that are very good at being cried on and vented to.    at least have something to eat, okay ?  ‘