you've got em wrapped around your finger

'jaeger.' chalky ears flicked at the sound of his name, a bitter sweet pang of fear echoing through his detrimental heart. no one of this land knew his true name. sirname, perhaps. but none of jaeger. silver and cobalt eyes squinted in the dimmed light, body instantly ridged with caution. all of his family save for his dearest mother and desired brother wanted him dead. he was a psychopath, a murderer, a monster.



and she was katja. his vision steeled, his nerves calmed. "fetter! jeg har ikke sett deg siden du var p? st?rrelse med en mus, hvordan er din tante?" his voice spoke of a joyous reunion, though his expression was hard. he knew once he set eyes on his cousin, whom he'd recognized by her star-reflected coat (or so the elders had said when she was birthed), that this meeting would either result in a brawl or harsh words. but one could dream, right?