Noctisardor Bypass set fire to the roses on my grave

at her urging — the press of her snout to his shoulder ...that almost earns her a snap of his teeth ( he only barely keeps from lashing out because she was his sister ) — worripa's steps slow to a halt with a small click of his teeth. though worripa was cruel and hard-hearted he nurtured affection for his family all the same — sisters, milk-mother, and his father ( mahler ).

it is this affection he draws upon as druid presents the squashed frog at his paws and says it's for him.

he studies it for a long moment, trying to quell the disgust that rises in his throat. he didn't want it and would it have been someone else who gifted it to him he would've without a doubt refused it.

steeling his shoulders, he scoops it up and cradles it between his jaws ( the closest thing she would get to a verbal 'thank you' ); motioning towards the borders with a bit of impatience.