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a weapon? a monster? a child.

thea.⠀ alwen ( I will k* you and everything you love but cannot deal with parental figure potentially being mad at her ) oakdown

* 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 !!

" there's a stool around here somewhere, actually. " he added in remark, before crouching with a few paper towels in hand. ready to clean up the mess at her side. once again, he's trying.

" that somehow doesn't even remotely surprise me, " he added, before standing up to grab a few more paper towels. " . . . use the stool next time. "

" resting, yes. not quite fully asleep. it's rare i achieve that supposedly blissful state. " aka. he doesn't mind too much, not really anyways.

" it's been a very long time, that's for sure. " nightmares and terrors to plague his soul. if such a thing as a 'soul' still exists for him.

" pssht, another apology and i'll actually be disturbed. it's 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆, " typical. oh but really, he doesn't mind too much anymore.

a small sigh followed, before he sat down. opting to just — glance at her. silent. thinking. a lot. " . . . alwen, "

" it's fine, you know? " he tried to offer some microscopic bit of comfort. it's genuine, believe it or not.

" it hardly matters anymore, rest assured, mm? " his most comforting tone was offered. and not as a form of manipulation. very careful. gentle, even.

" disappoint— oh please, i'm not that fragile about a mere broken bottle. really, dear. . . " a small chuckle followed. morbid amusement.

" see—? " nudging her a little. teasing.

" you'd better~ and if i need to get a pink cover for it, i will, " he added further as a tease. chuckling more.