Azrael
i wouldn't know where to start
'sweet music' playing 'in the dark'
'sweet music' playing 'in the dark'
The proud declaration has Azrael laughing lightly, bobbing their head and following their father into the studio and watching idly while he rummages through the drawer. “How else will I remember how to catalogue everything?” They murmur as they watch. Purple fabric is pulled out, their gaze darting to it immediately as it’s opened up and the contents are revealed. Their eyes light up, stepping over the distance between them to peer at the pencil wrap, a grin forming wide on their face.
“Papa, this is great.” They beam, reaching for the pencil wrap to peer at it, wondering internally what bags Bastien planned on giving them for their trek, and as for the hoverboard? They don’t… Think that they’ll need it. So the shake their head no, pursing their lips slightly in thought. “I don’t think I will. But I can always come back and grab it if I do end up needing it?” A compromise, one that has them lifting their gaze to meet their father’s with a silent question within it.
“Papa, this is great.” They beam, reaching for the pencil wrap to peer at it, wondering internally what bags Bastien planned on giving them for their trek, and as for the hoverboard? They don’t… Think that they’ll need it. So the shake their head no, pursing their lips slightly in thought. “I don’t think I will. But I can always come back and grab it if I do end up needing it?” A compromise, one that has them lifting their gaze to meet their father’s with a silent question within it.
be still 'my foolish heart'
don't ruin this on me
don't ruin this on me
