#thepythiaandthewolf

[leonisheart]

Arkhes lightly began to stroke Regulus's hair and gently smiled "You look more and more like your father..." she whispered. [thepythiaandthewolf // I'm sorry I needed something fluffy and cute with them ;v; ♥]

@thepythiaandthewolf

   The young Leo closed his eyes when the dedicated hand rested over his head, her pale fingers disappearing among curly locks of hair. It was good, that care, and Regulus leaned closer to Arkhes with eyes still well closed, fond smile adorning his lips. The air surrounding his mother was always tenuous and warm.

   “… Does that mean I’m getting closer to him too,  μάνα?” His answer was whispered in the same tone, but he knew Arkhes could listen to him.

[leonisheart]

@thepythiaandthewolf

   The best thing in the world was the time to rest after a session of hard training and exercises. His uncle, Sisyphus, was always severe and serious when it came to his training as a Gold Saint. Regulus didn’t mind that, he was strong enough to stand those bruises and the pain, but nothing could be better than a day at the river.

   He had left his gold cloth at the Leo temple, not wanting to call anyone attention out of the Sanctuary. With his bruised feet submerged inside the running water, the young Leo was lying down on the bank of the river, hands behind his head. The sounds of birds chirping and the wind passing through leaves and branches was calming... Just like when he lived on that forest.

   “I wonder... If it’s going to rain later...” He whispered such thoughts to himself, slowing moving his feet underwater. It was a nice day, that one.