The Night we Met // Kold

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YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED BY NOW - I'LL BURN THIS WHOLE WORLD DOWN!

Justified. Was it ever going to be justified? Yes, it was warranted, yes, he deserved it. She snarled gently, sadly, and nodded. "I could never justify the murder of my father." She knew this. God, how she knew it and god, how she wanted to badly to bury the grief. To let it rot.

Olalla's outright concern and frustration toward her father made her heart flutter. She never knew she needed someone to care. Always pushing the idea of telling someone down as though someone would scorn her. His expressions moved her from sadness and grief to that and some hint of curiosity. "You... you had kids?" Her voice was low, soft, and tears glistened in her eyes from the family conversation. Olalla, with a lover and children? It was odd. Both the idea and the feeling she got from thinking on it.

Kold Darcia Ní Broin - Pitt - Marauder

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