#destry

[brainfreeze27]

four apples tall

[crymeariveronceagain]

Dex: Why are you so mean tho

Stina: Add in an 'o' and my middle name's "Destroy" so what did you expect me to do? Be kind or some crap?

[ariadneknowstheway]

Insanely good

[flycatchxr]

🕊💙🕊💙🕊

[fungalatrium]

Dnd but make it with our Lancer ttrpg charas.

[aemulatorizrafel]

Happy Birthday Cowboy

[fall1ble]

[infinity-trials]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DESTRY

Ronin, with a stack of papers tucked under his arm, strides into the common room. Destry is gently holding her daughter, Miranda in her arms. Both of them on the edge of sleep.

“So I reached out to a few places,” Ronin speaks, kneeling down next Destry and startling her awake. He begins to flip through his papers, “And apparently a lot of witches are being discriminated against in adopted processes. Many of them would be happy to take her on.”

“No.” Destry stared simply.

Ronin has to shake his head, making sure he heard her correctly. “No? Why no?”

Destry looks down towards her drooling daughter and the biggest smile crosses her features. “I mean, no. I’m not giving her back.”

Ronin’s jaw dropped, completely in shock. “But-“

“No ‘buts’.” Destry confirmed. “I know you probably don’t get it, but I feel like this is my second chance. I never felt good about leaving her, I just thought it was for the best. I talked with my moms, and since witchcraft is now out in the open, I can drop her off with my moms. After all, she’s my baby girl. And I know this is right.”

Reaching forward, and placing his hand on Destry’s arm, Ronin looked down at the sleeping child. “Are you sure you don’t want to take a couple days to think about it?” His tone was gentle and understanding.

Destry nods, “I’ve never been more sure of anything. A-and I know this isn’t what you signed up for. So if you want to take a break so you can think this through, you can. And you don’t have to feel obligated, because I would hate to drag you into this and I know-“

Before Destry can finish her sentence, Ronin gently placed a kiss on her lips, stopping her rant mid sentence. A single tear streamed down Destry’s cheek, and he took it upon himself to wipe it away.

“Never, and I mean never, think that I’m gonna leave you. I mean it, it’s impossible.” Ronin voice is stoic and firm. “I will raise her like my own, because she is. I will read to her every night, I will clean up her messes, and I will protect and love her. Just as much as I love you.”

Destry’s breath hitched at those three little words that she had only dreamed of until this moment, and she covers her eyes hoping to shield Ronin from seeing her cry harder. Not that it was any use, as proven from her feeling his arm wrap around her and their daughter.

Once composing herself a little more, Destry whispered out just enough for Ronin to hear, “I love you more.”