For a fatherless son.

And a sky like a pig's backside, an utter lack of attention.

But right now you are dumb.

The girl's contemplative gaze would sharpen as a familiar scent would break the sterile winter air. A man would approach her; the image of her father. Yet the identity was askew for the man lacked his confidence, lacked his affect. A tight contraction would pull her ears backward and then forward again as this stranger approached her. Shaking the snow from them but ultimately moving the bits of ice to her sharp shoulders. Listening to the ice crunch beneath those limbs, long and black her fathers. That black form lugging a nearly identical weight. But the image irrevocably broken by the white bib upon his breast. A white bib which was not snow but a colorless stain upon the stranger's coat.




And I love your stupidity,

The blind mirror of it. I look in

The stranger would speak before the girl had time to process the thoughts that boiled within that delicate crown. His voice similar but not as tired as her father's. And what a strange inquiry to accompany that voice. Irritation bubbled within the girl's chest. She was in no mood for an adult's misplaced worries. Silence fell thickly between the pair as she considered her words. Cerulean eyes staring wide with thought at the stranger. Darkness fell upon them as a roll of thick clouds overcame them and she could not help the minute convulsion that possessed her small body in the frigid air. Her small tail would wrap tightly against her bottom before a quick response laced her black lips. His name is Deteste. He once ruled here.