May 14, 2016
👪 for what my muse would say to your muse’s child about them. [For Scor, obviously]
👪 for what my muse would say to your muse’s child about them
Scorpius had left the room, leaving Blandon alone with his child who turned to look up at him, a content smile on their face as they played. “Uncle Blandon,” they began, “what was daddy like when he was younger?”
A soft chuckle broke free as Blandon thought, not wanting to lie about one of his closest friends. “Your dad was an odd one, but I think you might have already guessed that by now,” he smiled. “Still, that never stopped him from being kind and thoughtful and caring to the people closest to him. And you really can’t ask for much more than that.”