Tuktu Weir confessions of a sociopath

A gentle smile graces the Roman's features, mismatched eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and nostalgia as he watches Delight splutter, insisting it was not cute whilst cutely embarrassed. Trajan laughs softly and gives a toss of his silver crown. "It is," he simply replies, grinning. "You should remember this moment, Del," the nickname slips naturally from between the soldier's lips and he himself barely even acknowledges it, "when you tell the next generation the history of our pack, you should tell them about this moment. I'm sure they'll appreciate hearing about kid Delight being cutely embarrassed," he teases, finding this way more amusing than he should. The beast weaves around a particularly large tree and shoots the boy a smirk.