. . . it’s . . . quite lonely .

i wonder if . . . no , even if they did , they wouldn’t want to see me .

ah . . . ( a child . one that somehow reminded him of his wife . perhaps the shade of pink her hair was ? how strange . perhaps miss baskerville had found herself a new suitor . ) . . . my wife . she was with child , last i recall , and i never got the chance to meet them .

well . . . ( lost in thought for just a moment . thinking back to everything . what he was told . what he’s learned . ) . . . ten years ago , i believe .

( a shameful nod . his child . . . maybe they hadn’t even made it . maybe amelia had — , ) . . . yes , i’d like that . thank you , miss . . . ? ( introductions . introductions were — easy . something familiar . something he wouldn’t have to think too much about . )

( almost having to kneel down , but — still shaking her hand . gently . ) klint . klint van zieks , ( hesitant to reveal his identity . doing such had gotten barok hurt before , and after everything , he wouldn’t be surprised if she ran off . )

( he’s . . . looking at an old family portrait . regretful . )

( looking around his old study in the manor , sort of . . . muttering to himself . trying to find any trace of his beloved . )

ah … oh dear .

/ holding klint . my little meow meow

. . . lady baskerville would’ve loved this weather .

ah . . . happy birthday to my little brother , barok .

good morning . . .

𝕎𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝔼𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝕆𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝔻𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 【 𝕀𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝕊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎 ℝ𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝕋𝚘 ℂ𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 】

the weather’s getting colder again . . . i can only hope it doesn’t rain so often this year .