they had been in the kitchen, long digits curled around the handle of a knife as damien cuts up their needed ingredients for dinner. it was a daily routine, one they stood by religiously. lucien was never that far off from him, always within earshot. it made for pleasant company & helped damien feel closer to his son, despite whatever transpired earlier on that day. offering that of a gentle smile, he turns to look at the boy besides him, sitting upon the counter top. ❛ will you read to me, lucien ?? ❜ // @whitebatteeth, ( ♡ ) !!














