Running had always come so natural to him, no matter his age. Sometimes, if he ran fast enough, Corrin felt like he was flying. Of course he had wings for that, but his legs could nearly replicate the feeling. Each morning, the dark fae got up and dressed in work out wear, before running several miles. He loved having a routine, set frames for each day so he knew what to expect both from himself and from others. Once he was done, taking off his shoes in the hallway, he headed towards te kitchen. He expected that Vered would be awake by now, probably having his tea and breakfast. “Did you sleep alright?” he asked as he came into the kitchen, stripping off his sweaty t-shirt and picking up a mug for himself. He thought all these electrical appliances were weird and confusing to use, but even he had to admit that something like boiling water went by quicker with them than what was normal to the fae.
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