PROSE
My eyes burn in that familiar way. My muscles are sluggish as if it were a long night. The rest of my body feels we’ve been chasing that non-existent woman of dreams. It is the perfect combination of the things you like in a woman but never seem to remember while conscious. The dog across the street is scratching at your door. I hope he doesn’t think he’s coming in. Here comes the whining.…
it's just really funny to me to imagine Fabian actually being a great big brother honorable nemesis.
like, putting a nemesis ward on the nursery with aelwyn's help since "it won't do if they die before their eighteenth birthday, will it?" (aelwyn, deeply sarcastic: "well of course, that is exactly why I put the ward on adaine's room." fabian, too deep in denial for sarcasm: "see? you get it")
gifting them a battle sheet baby blanket since they should start preparing for their battle early on (and yes it's extra fluffy, it's for a baby stop laughing everybody)
generally trying to teach them everything he knows "so their battle to the death will be a fair one"
giving their adventuring party the same lecture on tactics that the bad kids got from his papa
hunting down chungledown bim and any other nemesis so his sibling is the only one who could get a piece of his fund (he just wants it to stay in the family, shut up)
just. fabian being an amazing big brother but also if you call him that to his face he will cut you
It’s crazy how life can be at times. It’s like you never know what’s coming. But good music to start the day always seems to make things better. That and keeping away any knuckleheads they may present themselves as your day progresses. Knucklehead’s trying to breach your soul and steal away your soul. From, I will leave you with the words of Little Richard