#however ....

[rumograph]

instead of writing the important things i actually care about (poetry and stories) i am writing about angel and demon species & terms. aka the one thing i told myself i would not start doing

[pvtaaaa]

jk i am so sorry my brain did that to you while i slept ever so peacefully now all i imagine is knife for a dick

[wewontbesleeping]

I’m so nervous that the pants I bought online yesterday are going to be too small.... they’re final sale and I’m NERVOUS !!!

[fiilsdefrance]

@goldxnlady ;)

     the first time he met adara, étienne couldn’t have known what life had in store. in fact, part of him thought the whole thing to be a joke on himself; the boy who doesn’t believe in love, finding someone who makes him feel the opposite? it had to be fake, had to be anything else. the time they shared was always a prized memory to the french prince. even if he wouldn’t admit it --- or, more specifically, couldn’t say it. of course, convoluted ideals of what love is or isn’t aside, étienne was fairly sure whatever this was ( whatever it is ), was good. regardless if she hid their son for three years, and that’s time he’ll never get back, she didn’t technically hide him from eurion. she told their son about him, about his sister and possibly even his brother as well. about france and the language and culture to the best of a toddler’s ability to learn; addie, by doing that, still had him apart of their child’s life, somehow. and there’s never going to be the right amount of words to express how thankful he is of that. fatherhood might not have been something he was aiming for this early on, but in the moments he’s been blessed with to be a present figure in eurion’s life? well, he wouldn’t change it for the world. part of him wondered if his parents ever felt that way about him, but the more cynical part of his mind and heart bitterly sneered and said no ( he hardly even had contact with them, now, despite events. )

     pulling himself from his thoughts, blue eyes focused on the scene before him. addie helping euri into his pjs, getting him ready for bed ( about time, he thought, it was rather late --- how time flew so quickly was beyond him. ) it was almost too perfect, like he didn’t deserve it for how awful he acted as a teenager. how awful he’d acted to adara when the night was over all that time ago. he still regrets it. he thinks he’ll always, somewhere in his heart regret it. perhaps if he hadn’t done what he did, maybe she would have told him and the redqueen wouldn’t have posted about it like that. yet, none of that seemed to matter now --- they were together ( not really, but he would pretend until he wasn’t able to anymore ), a family. “okay, mon chou,” he began with a smile, addressing his son as he sat up from his spot on addie’s bed. “have you brushed your teeth? you know you can’t go to bed without clean teeth.”