One man's trash

She moved to turn from him, and he heard the scrap of her claws on the ground as she repeated, no, yelled the word. He trotted around to the front of her, and he pulled gently at the necklace she wore about her throat. Pulling her towards him. “I love you, my little bird.” He told her gently, kissing her brow. “I hope you will understand one day, that I’m building this world for the both of us.” That said, he turned, and trotted out of the den. Giving her the space she so clearly deserved.

He did not like fighting with his little one. The sooner she understood, the better it would be for all of them. He’d squirrelled away a book he’d bought for her birthday next season, he’d pull that out and leave it on her pillow tonight.

-exit Bas-

"Basilisk" | "Ignita"