PRAYER FOR THE REFUGEE // announcement

[roan ;]

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Cipher-Folie-Roux. Well, it was certainly a mouthful, but it wasn't as if Roan could complain. His own name was quite the mouthful, although mainly because of his father's side of things. Roan Ó Faoláin-Roux. It was the name that he had worn proudly for most of his life, and more than likely would continue to wear until his death. While he didn't feel much of a connection to his own father – the other was too absent for the majority of his life for such a thing – he did feel one to the Ó Faoláins as a whole. They were the second half of his family, and he was genuinely happy when he met one of them. Besides, without that side of things... he wouldn't have Keona as his sister, and he didn't like to think about that. While they weren't the closest of siblings, he cared for the dealer deeply, and she helped to balance him out, in his worst moments.

Best not to dwell on himself, though. This was Vayne's moment, after all. It was because of this that Roan wore a rare casual smile on his face as he approached, his wings folded neatly against his back. His voice was still fairly flat when he spoke up, but it had a vaguely teasing edge, "You sure you don't want to add Ó Faoláin, too? I'm sure you could eventually break some sort of record." It was clear that he was just joking around, however rare that might've been. He then added on, his dark tail coming to curl around himself and rest on his paws, "Congratulations, though, Vayne. Welcome to the family." He still intended to keep his distance from her, as he did with all his younger siblings these days, but... it was still nice, to see his family grow. Plus, she was happy, and she made his two mamas happy. That was enough to leave him content, at the very least.

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