coffee at midnight

Plague observed his sibling with a forest green gaze. The same eyes their father once had. Soon they would be a year old and officially walking their own path. Plague had matured at a very young age with the loss of their father, but upon turning a year old they would be held accountable for their actions. No longer could they get into messes and fix it with puppy dog eyes. Yet, all of that being said he felt as though he remembered the days they were all messing about in the palace without a care in the world.

Thinking onto their mother's relationship was proof of how much had changed. Suiters for the Empress had come and gone but it seemed their uncle had made his claim. Plague didn't care about their relationship as long as Deathbelle was happy. Such ideals were voiced by his sister as well. Plague offered a simple nod in return before thinking of her next inquire. Would they have younger siblings? Plague couldn't say he really cared either way but it would improve upon the next generation of their family. He'd probably spend some time proving upon himself so he could teach any coming younger siblings what he knows. Being a mentor would be good for the boy but otherwise he was indifferent. "Our mother will have an empty nest soon. I cannot see her not desiring more children." Deathbelle was a nurturing woman who enjoyed having a thriving next full of pups. That much was clear. "Do you want more siblings?"