What we build is broken

Oleander’s attention turned almost inevitably to Mortis and his health. That was the winged wolf's que to leave. He knew the signs were there, but he was determined, trying not to let his kids see just how bad a shape he was in. They were his only reason, or he would have given up a long time ago.

But they were growing up, finding their places now. Soon, soon they wouldn’t need him at all. He just needed to hold on a little longer. He smiled, and kissed Oleander’s cheek. “You are exactly who you need to be, and I am so proud of who you've become, my Ollie. You'll always know right from wrong, it's in your blood. That tincture worked perfectly’ truth, and then lies “Why don’t you pick some up and meet me at the door? Perhaps I’ll check in on this girl of yours.” deflect, deflect, deflect.


"Mortis Fatalis"