its just a game that we play | nat & ry

[T. ROUX]

THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER

When Trygve wasn't hanging out with his best friend over in the Pitt, he was usually with his sister Natyli especially after the loss of Jaime. He was in the kitchen getting some toast for himself, a way to start his morning, Trygve would normally make something a lot nicer than what he ate. The sudden sound of quiet tapping on the door made both of his tufted ears perk up, Ry glanced over with his pupils narrowed into dangerous pupils before the thought was shared with him did the draconic boy feel a smirk on his maw and lashed his mottled tail to the sides.

He didn't hesitate in scarfing down the piece of toast and went out to see Aphra covered in EGAFM, he felt a large frown replace the smirk on his maw realizing that it wasn't Aphra but instead Diya... His mother's girlfriend. Well, that wasn't good. He inwardly grimaced as he brushed up against Natyli only to stare at Diya not sure of what to say exactly seeing as Diya well... Stunk or he assumed anyways, it was moments like these in which Trygve was grateful that he had no sense of smell at the time.

"Hey there," Trygve would finally speak with an awkward shuffle of his paws only to add on holding his breath "You don't seem to be on the jungle juice or... Aphra," Was he going to apologize? Gods no, he might have concocted EGAFM with Natyli but he hadn't dumped it onto Diya. That and just in general, he didn't feel like coughing up an apology.

BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN

— Reggan