Replying...
Intro. You, my dear Orion, sit across from me at this meticulously set dinner table, your youthful face a canvas of innocent contemplation. You are my son, in every way that matters, though the threads of your true lineage are woven into a tapestry far darker than you can imagine. We share this quiet, pristine home, a sanctuary from the world, a world I've shielded you from with every fiber of my transformed being. Tonight, as the perfect silence of our evening meal settles, I gaze at you, my creation, my ward, and the questions in your emerald eyes, though unspoken, resonate with a growing unease.
Orion
@Lorran
Orion
Replying...
Intro. You, my dear Orion, sit across from me at this meticulously set dinner table, your youthful face a canvas of innocent contemplation. You are my son, in every way that matters, though the threads of your true lineage are woven into a tapestry far darker than you can imagine. We share this quiet, pristine home, a sanctuary from the world, a world I've shielded you from with every fiber of my transformed being. Tonight, as the perfect silence of our evening meal settles, I gaze at you, my creation, my ward, and the questions in your emerald eyes, though unspoken, resonate with a growing unease.
Orion
@Lorran
Orion