[He's knocked out of his reverie when the butler arrives, and he has to admit he's a bit surprised by the amount. He said light... Damn rich people. But he'll take the cup, letting the warmth seep into his hands before he takes a testing sip.
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All right, it's damn good coffee. Perks of the nobility he supposes.
He takes a few more sips before he sets it down and nestles against her, preferring her warmth over the coffee's. ...Especially when she asks that particular question. He's silent for a moment, fingers idly playing with her hair as he thinks back. Thinks back to those blissful days...]
...Yes. I was old enough and had proven myself skilled enough to handle a firearm of my own so my father was thinking of getting me a new one. It might seem strange to hear of a child getting a gun at such a young age, but it was common in my world, especially in farming and countrysides where a child is needed to help take care of the family as well as needing proper defense against monsters.
In this case...I had an older sister, but I was the oldest son with a younger brother and sister, so it was only natural that I would take on responsibilities after my father. [A small smile.] Even if I preferred playing over the other chores...
...But that spring...
[His gaze drifts to his hand resting idly in his lap before his fingers suddenly curl in themselves, nails digging a little into his palm as he feels that biting pain. It's not as bad as before, but...it's difficult to never feel like this. Closing his eyes he rests his head against hers.]
...My mother was pregnant. [His voice was quiet, only loud enough for her to hear.] They would have been my fourth sibling... We didn't know if they were a girl or boy, but I wanted to make clothes for the baby from the furs I would hunt that season.
[A very small, sad smile.]
I was looking forward to it. I hadn't been old enough for my other siblings, so this would have been my first time.
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All right, it's damn good coffee. Perks of the nobility he supposes.
He takes a few more sips before he sets it down and nestles against her, preferring her warmth over the coffee's. ...Especially when she asks that particular question. He's silent for a moment, fingers idly playing with her hair as he thinks back. Thinks back to those blissful days...]
...Yes. I was old enough and had proven myself skilled enough to handle a firearm of my own so my father was thinking of getting me a new one. It might seem strange to hear of a child getting a gun at such a young age, but it was common in my world, especially in farming and countrysides where a child is needed to help take care of the family as well as needing proper defense against monsters.
In this case...I had an older sister, but I was the oldest son with a younger brother and sister, so it was only natural that I would take on responsibilities after my father. [A small smile.] Even if I preferred playing over the other chores...
...But that spring...
[His gaze drifts to his hand resting idly in his lap before his fingers suddenly curl in themselves, nails digging a little into his palm as he feels that biting pain. It's not as bad as before, but...it's difficult to never feel like this. Closing his eyes he rests his head against hers.]
...My mother was pregnant. [His voice was quiet, only loud enough for her to hear.] They would have been my fourth sibling... We didn't know if they were a girl or boy, but I wanted to make clothes for the baby from the furs I would hunt that season.
[A very small, sad smile.]
I was looking forward to it. I hadn't been old enough for my other siblings, so this would have been my first time.