𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ HONEY, AIN’T NO OTHER 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑬. ares. mars. of war.

he’s slow-mo bending back away from the punch. very the matrix.

it’s —— well. nothing big. a nymph made i—— he made it. but it’s no big deal.

the fuck.

/ moments just hates me, confirmed.

/ THE ABSOLUTE BUFFOONERY OF MOMENTS I HATE IT HERE

* template is by theshebb on deviantart; coloring is by waatsoned on deviantart; transparent icon is by wintrestorms on deviant art.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ HONEY, AIN’T NO OTHER 𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑬. ares. mars. of war.

CHILD!!!!!

/ I MISSED YOU TOO

his little flower did perfectly. as she always does.

gently pets their hair, chin against their crown. their mother . . . spoke of some.

fingers drifting, gaze unseeing for a long moment as he took in the information. it was a carefully constructed calm, false in its entirety, as nothing but rage flooded his veins, crackling in the air around him. his father did it?

much better.

/ I appear and the children DESCEND LIKE WOLVES DAMN

c’mon. don’t be so bitter. love is and will always be a questionable notion, however I did hold a fondness for your mother. don’t lessen it.

he surveys the bunny with a soft hum before extending a hand and ruffling her hair. look at that, little flower. talented.

thank you, child.