@themalcolmgreengrass
Malcolm had been a promiment figure in his life ever since the day Thomas Rowle decided with his father that he would marry Theodora. Malcolm slowly turned into his cousin before the union between him and his wife even took place. Besides his sister and Hestia, he was the only other family he really had. Not counting his parents or his in-laws. Malcolm was Theodora’s favourite cousin, even though she rarely vocalized that in a public area.Daniel knew by the way their encounters went, and defnitely knew the days of his wedding to his wife.
But things had grown worse. Every thing he tried to do or any action he did was wrong. It may not have been wrong in protocols or regulatory standards, but he heard the wrong in his wife’s voice. It weighed on him, and lately that had even impacted on when he fell asleep. Often restless with unanswered questions and trying to think how to make Theodora genuinely believe the vision. He dropped by the Greengrass estate for business he would say. Marriage was a business transaction to a point, wasn’t it?
He took the steps up three at a time before he was welcomed in and he called out for Malcolm. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out the flask and took a long gulp from it before he capped it. Obsidian hues raking over the details of the estate. He had been there countless times over the years, but that didn’t mean the details of the surroundigns didn’t change.
Once he saw the familiar golden hair he smirked slowly, “You haven’t aged a day, cousin.”