how've you been? // asmodeus

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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his son opened the door and the two beasts embraced each other, asmodeus' muzzle pressing tightly into jormungand's shoulder. he questioned the visit and jor simply responded that he misses them. he knew how asmodeus was dealing with both of their loss and it pained him to remind his son of this, but the maurader really didn't know who to talk to about this. he didn't know many people who had been around when aphra had had his cubs since they were in the coalition, nor did he think anybody cared much about him. dante used to, before he disappeared like the coward he was. a sigh left the male - there was another one to mourn along with the rest of his children and his deceased partner. "come, let us walk, asmodeus." asmodeus. what a beautiful name. a sad chuckle and the panther rose to his paws, turning around to pad into the sunlight. his breath hit the air and a chill ran comfortably down his spine. asmodeus followed him with a small bark and he turned to see his son with his muzzle in the air and liquid streaming down his cheeks from shut optics. a bittersweet smile formed on his face as he halted and sat down, turning his body to face him. let him be a child again, let him rejoice. let him think whatever he needs to to be happy. jor bit down tears of his own, mourning was done in his own time but the softest whisper of the breeze and the melancholy song of the birds touched his heart. seeing his son so.. free, had been quite a change for the larger animal. he wished he could just abandon all his responsibilities and walk away. but no, he had so many things to do. now with vale, once one of his best friends, exiled and olalla the new ardent there wasn't a way for him to just abandon his tasks. where would he go? nobody would accept him should they still remember the wrath of elsweyr and the damage he had done to merlin. he sighed, deeper, his entire body whooshing out the breath of air, and dropped to his elbows and lay on the floor. sun touching his fur gently, massaging heat into his muscles.

#psychosocial.