Hoshor Plains arabella

literally damien & cicero 2.0 im crying

He releases the hold on his brother's neck. "No," For a quick moment, fear had shone in his eyes as his brother winced in pain against his teeth, but quickly turned around when the boy had begun to laugh. But the situation in which they now faced was no laughing matter. It pushed boundaries meant only for Game of Throne characters; Ganondorf did not see it that way. He treated Vaati's discoverable sexuality and emotions with mockery, like a bad joke at a dinner party. Perhaps it meant little to his brother, but the eldest child felt insulted. Perhaps, even hurt. However, his brother's advances proved too much, too much to resist despite the bitter anger he felt towards how he was currently being treated. It was an uncomfortable situation that he had no charge on, the ball rolled entirely in Ganondorf's court; a feeling among many he was not accustomed to at that moment in time. "At least... not here," He briefly glances around. Perhaps these things were better exchanged in private than in the open to any wandering eyes. Particularly, the eyes of his family. One day he would learn of the relations shared between his uncles and would not feel so distraught at feeling the way he did; it was a tradition in his family to break tradition, to push beyond the moral barriers that day-to-day wolves would not even consider. It was something to take pride in, at times. And in others, something to fear and distance from.