Happy Thanksgiving, lovelies.

Just a little appetizer, sweetheart.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞.

An instruction manual, she says. I suppose that's debatable, as long as one is on the run.

Even bastards need their sleep. I bid you all goodnight.

[[I suppose a visit to, @costscfbravery is in order. It's been far too long.]]

Art takes time— Monet grew his gardens before he painted them.

[[I take the liberty of putting a bounty out on, Katherine ; 𝘍𝘢𝘬𝘦 |' head. Now we wait.]]

|| I could use an SL or two. Flashbacks are preferred. DM if interested.

Do shove a sock in it, love.

Clearly a biased poll, brother.

Hello, lovelies.

It would appear that way, yes.

I'd hold that thought if I were you, little wolf. The day is still young.

Then by all means — have at it. Just don't let the noble brother see you day-drinking. I'm in no mood for the sermon that will follow.

You don't have to convince me of that, little wolf. [Marking the page from which I was reading, the book in my hands closing soon after.] You only need to convince, Elijah.

I suppose it's time to get dressed, people aren't going to eat themselves.

#𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎.