๐ ย ย domesticย starter @moxxee
Semblances of stillness to an otherwise tempestuous family life came about few and far in between. Notwithstanding a pronounced lack of a raging inferno of hatred and abuse raining down upon the owlish prince for the smallest of perceived transgressions, an atmosphere of tension reigned supreme all the same.
In the regrettably limited opportunities wherein the lady of the house was absent, Stolas could do nothing if not rest on his laurels, and recharge for yet another hopelessly depressing day come the sunrise.
What, pray tell, has his life come to?
Strewn atop a loveseat, the Goetia dragged his digits across his face, pulling down his makeup-laden feathers down along with it. Self-care. Self-care routine. This is the time. Without bothering to turn his head to look, he makes a few failed grabs at an ornate bell laid behind him, then rings it once it is in his grasp.
"Moxxie, dear... a little pep to your step, s'il vous plait?"