@PoisonedHeir the pride in my chest swells. There'd never be a task, promise, duty, I wouldn't fulfill for the people I loved.
My thumb presses the button, lifting the phone to my ear a familar dial tone hums, onceβΈΊ twice. . a third time before a deep baritone voice sounds on the other end.)
@PoisonedHeir Would his voice match the haunting stories I had been told?
Would he be as ruthless as his father, centuries of built up animosity, harbored hatered for the family I belonged to. .
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The corner of my lips hike slightly slicing through my hesistation as β’β’
@_The_Capulet_ (Turning to stand next to you, our shoulders brushing as I lift my arm to wrap it around your own.)
The weather is perfect, shall we walk there?