May 29, 2015
"D-dad?" the boy stutters, still not quite used to calling this man by that title. "Will I ever be allowed to go back... You know, to my real mama?"
GO ANON AND PRETEND TO BE MY CHARACTER’S CHILD.
He’s tired of the question even when it’s new, and eyes of sanguine lock onto the boy with a sudden intensity. “No. You’ve been given a great honour, and you will study under me. There will be no return, so I suggest you dispose of that thought as soon as possible to prevent ...” Snivelling. “Issues.”
Ezreal’s lips curl downwards and his eyes wander off to the side. “In time you will grow used to it. If it makes it easier, you may call me master.”