#bornunderablackmoon

[born-to-be-admired]

“---I believe he was only blinking.”

[she-often-cries-in-her-dreams]

She turned over and smiled at him very fondly, a little less merrily than usual.

“She loves you, she loves you, she loves you…”

[sentiment-or-profit]

“Valentine! Have you no decency——? There is not a soul in this house who has not overheard you!”

[crystallized-with-nevermore]

@born-under-a-black-moon

“That’s unfortunate. I wish I hadn’t been born on that day; people always see fit to remark on it.”

“Do you not find it tiresome?”

[therapardalis]

//I just snorted out loud on the train. XD

[therapardalis]

//Valentine and GC are currently giving me much lulz XD!

[therapardalis]

“Are we sure this isn’t Valentine?”

[laissezfaireism]

“ god’s life, is that a chicken? ”

He glanced up, frowning visibly---utterly perplexed at first, and then---upon realizing what they were even discussing---made entirely skeptical by the sheer absurdity of the thing. 

A chicken indeed. 

And yet---somehow, he could not truly garner the impression that his cousin was going for a laugh---much as that seemed the obvious explanation. 

Good god. 

“ Ah---no. ”

His eyebrows had vaulted upwards, and he lowered his gaze---now regarding the small animal wrapped in his arms. 

“ No---unless the laws of ancestry have ceased to function as we know them. ”

He spoke in a candid, coolly humorous manner---too quiet and subtle to be altogether mocking, but there remained a trace of irony in his voice. 

A brief pause ensued, and then he titled the bundle---permitting Valentine a better view. 

“ ---she’s a piglet. ”

The furrow of his brow remained lifted. 

“ And of absolutely no relation to a chicken, I believe---distant or otherwise. ”