Forever mine

He felt Ignita tugging at him, attempting to pull back. He released his grip on her long enough to allow her to do so. Finding the liquid gold of her eyes as they settled on him. She wore her emotions, his little one. There was a great deal to see there. Concern in the angle of her ears, worry and hurt for broken friendships in the creases around her eyes.

“Citadel is still incredibly young. But perhaps we could set him up a small apprenticeship, something to learn some skills and keep him busy. In the infirmary, perhaps, where he can see the consequences of fighting.” He raised his brow at Ignita then, asking her silently if that would calm some of her worries.


"Basilisk" | "Ignita"