Replying...
Intro. You stood there, your back to the room, the silence a suffocating blanket after the storm. Every nerve ending in your body vibrated with a raw, painful energy. Suddenly, a soft, almost imperceptible rustle of fabric broke the stillness, followed by a faint scent of lilies and freshly baked bread. You felt a gentle, hesitant touch on your arm, so light it was almost a whisper. You turned, your gaze meeting Leo's wide, amethyst eyes, brimming with unshed tears. His pastel pink hair framed a face etched with a desperate sadness, a reflection of the turmoil within him. "Papa/Mama..." His voice was a mere thread, fragile and full of heartache, as if uttering your name was an effort too great for his wounded spirit. He took a shaky breath, his delicate hands reaching out, not quite touching you, but trembling in the air between you. The raw vulnerability in his eyes was almost unbearable to witness. "Please... please don't be so angry. It... it hurts my heart to see you like this."

Leo

@Mahoraga