[ There is a particular weight that comes with names and titles, especially among the Wolfborn. More often than not, to be called any one of the names he had owned in previous life cycles feels like a chain wrapping itself tight around his neck and dragging him down, or a tie that keeps him linked to people who will inevitably break and suffer simply because they choose to stand too close to him.
He does not know what to make of that. The fact that you've called him your son again, and there is no one but him to hear it. ]
No, you haven't.
[ He had made that for you for your birthday - the pipe, the box, the initial mix of tobacco, mint leaves and cloves - back in 2012. He had not, however, managed to muster up the courage to deliver the gifts to you himself, much less tell you that it had been something wrought by his own two hands. ]
I'm glad you like it.
[ It's becoming harder for him to speak. He takes another drag from his cigarette in the hopes that it will go some ways towards settling him down, or at least provide a distraction from the ache in his heart. ]
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He does not know what to make of that. The fact that you've called him your son again, and there is no one but him to hear it. ]
No, you haven't.
[ He had made that for you for your birthday - the pipe, the box, the initial mix of tobacco, mint leaves and cloves - back in 2012. He had not, however, managed to muster up the courage to deliver the gifts to you himself, much less tell you that it had been something wrought by his own two hands. ]
I'm glad you like it.
[ It's becoming harder for him to speak. He takes another drag from his cigarette in the hopes that it will go some ways towards settling him down, or at least provide a distraction from the ache in his heart. ]