⋆˚࿔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃

⋆˚࿔ 𝑨𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝐾𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛'𝑠 ·

[⋆˚࿔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃 @CaPrinSs]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐀 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

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[⋆˚࿔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃 @CaPrinSs]

@tw1nsofmischief glancing sideways at the boy for a few seconds, fiddling on the floor, making a pile of torn paper scraps, before turning back to Kieran.

He let out a soft sigh.

"Nobody would want to stay here."

[⋆˚࿔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃 @CaPrinSs]

@tw1nsofmischief even if it meant burning down whatever had once silenced them.

He gently shook his head, letting the thought settle like dust, turning his attention to Kieran's question instead.

"Come with us...?"

Prin's lips remained slightly parted, (+)

[⋆˚࿔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃 @CaPrinSs]

@tw1nsofmischief toward the pile of papers he had torn from Prin’s notebook, sitting down and shredding them into tiny pieces.

"Strange..."

[⋆˚࿔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃 @CaPrinSs]

@tw1nsofmischief "I never... saw other children here. I’m sure..."

His gaze returned to the boy, only to find he was already being watched. There was something unsettling about those eyes.

The boy clicked his teeth—not from cold, just making the sound—and crawled across the floor +

[⋆˚࿔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃 @CaPrinSs]

@tw1nsofmischief He looked at the hand, then at Kieran’s face, then back at the hand, before leaning in gently and catching one of the boy’s fingers between his teeth.

[⋆˚࿔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃 @CaPrinSs]

@tw1nsofmischief The boy—who until then had stayed on the ground, fiddling with twigs and a notebook Prin had brought—suddenly snapped his head up toward Kieran. Large eyes, perpetually wide, barely blinking.

(+)

[𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 &. 𝐊𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧 @tw1nsofmischief]

@CaPrinSs

the freezing rain cut through the dark, plastering kieran’s hair to his forehead and turning the forest floor into a slick slide of mud. but he didn’t care about the cold. he cared about the fact that prin had actually left him behind,

[⋆˚࿔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃 @CaPrinSs]

@tw1nsofmischief . Deal.

I don't want to name him. Just Kiddo is fine for now .

[⋆˚࿔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃 @CaPrinSs]

. Well. . .

[⋆˚࿔𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃 @CaPrinSs]

@tw1nsofmischief . He doesn't even talk, I think. Looks like he understand what we say though. . .

I have many questions and he doesn't answer any of them, not even a name. Kieran tried but nothing.

We are maybe heading over there now. Don't tell your dad—