Black Morass Do you ever feel like falling for someone you never thought of falling for?

*throws pokeball at wild Kris*

the boy, clearly caught off-guard by Absalom’s intrusion, slowed his fraught violation of the bird to a downtempo. his hips spasmed against air, presumably from the erosion of momentum taking place due to a loss of dignity. Absalom, however, didn’t bat an eye, and expressed no aversion for what he perceived to be a pubescent animal learning to come to the most natural conclusion of them all. 
the gaunt man’s eyes didn’t slither away from the accusatory leer—he stared plainly back, as if waiting for him to continue his performance. his ear flicked back as he thought he heard faint breakage in the woods behind him, but his focus was wrapped up in Ramsay. 
yes, the child answered, and proceeded to openly gawk at the chain burdening his spectator’s throat. he glanced down, then back up, and crossed his thin legs neatly one over the other. ”my scourge.” he said simply. pointing his snout at Ramsay’s truncated torso, he casually wondered aloud: ”your mother and father related?”