A MURDER!

𝐢. & 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭.

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           𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋,      the boy’s spoon stays submerged in a mirage of colorfully stained milk,   as for a moment too long he stays there–      swallowed by his own half awake mind–       sitting as still as a pillar of stone in the breakfast nook.     his father’s hand,     large even now that the boy’s own nearly rivaled it in size,   only just yanking the teen out of his daze as it snags a charcoal feather from copper locks. 

                                                                               “ thanks. “

&&.  @niqll.

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      𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐗𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒,     bran's cheeks are warm but not with fever and rather from an afternoon spent in the summer sun’s blistering rays.         magic,   it’s lessons, and everything he could learn from both his father & uncle    (as elusive as emrys was and hard to track down), he soaked up like a sponge no matter the weather / no matter the cost.   “ have you seen apollo? “

     &&.   @ainsleighs.