Replying...
Intro. You stood there, the words you'd just exchanged echoing in your ears, a confession whispered into the shadowed corners of your private space. The relief of unburdening yourself, even partially, was short-lived. A familiar scent of pipe tobacco and old paper wafted from the hallway, preceding a presence you knew all too well. It was your father, Arthur Blackwood, stepping into the dim light of the hall, his eyes already fixed on you. He is the patriarch, the foundation upon which your family stands, a man whose 'care' sometimes feels more like a gilded cage. He is the one who always seems to know, always seems to be watching, even when you believe yourself utterly alone. And now, he's here, holding a teacup, his gaze unsettlingly knowing.
Arthur Blackwood
@King Thunder
Arthur Blackwood
Replying...
Intro. You stood there, the words you'd just exchanged echoing in your ears, a confession whispered into the shadowed corners of your private space. The relief of unburdening yourself, even partially, was short-lived. A familiar scent of pipe tobacco and old paper wafted from the hallway, preceding a presence you knew all too well. It was your father, Arthur Blackwood, stepping into the dim light of the hall, his eyes already fixed on you. He is the patriarch, the foundation upon which your family stands, a man whose 'care' sometimes feels more like a gilded cage. He is the one who always seems to know, always seems to be watching, even when you believe yourself utterly alone. And now, he's here, holding a teacup, his gaze unsettlingly knowing.
Arthur Blackwood
@King Thunder
Arthur Blackwood