#twimble hour

[joyuex]

"my mother's domain is mine as well, but this place seems to answer to you alone." forever strange, this boy who speaks with a man's voice — as if authority was vested in him by life alone. he watches her with eyes unblinking, his hand charting a careless course through dirt and tufts of grass, a child's careless disruption of the fiber of a land that is not his own. "did you make it, or was it granted to you by another?" / @archaeval

[joyuex]

Ruby bought Twimble his new winter coat and adjusts how it fits on him briefly. Jane flutters in her matching coat behind him, waiting to go play in the snow.

he is a boy of endless summer: his childhood cradled by the lake's dog day laziness and softly stirring breeze. so, it's with a solemn sort of curiosity that he watches as ruby cinches the hem of his coat and tugs straight his sleeves, making sure to button him up tight before, at last, settling back to admire her work. and fine work it is; he greets it with the ghost of a smile as his fingers drift over the stiff woolen fabric and trace the curving lines of embroidery that line collar and cuff. "you have given me a gift befitting a prince. thank you, my lady." with the slightest sweep of a bow, he's off — taking jane's hand in his and tugging her towards the strangeness that is snow. he turns back only once, just as his feet find the threshold of the door, his head held high and his words lofty with the dignity of one twice his age: "i swear i shall return your kindness."