[It's been a bitch of a month for Husk, really. Losing his name was an irritation he did not expect. Who the fuck loses a name? Well, him, apparently! At least they have the means to deal with it now, even if it means having to go to a fancy-ass ball.
He'd almost forgotten the day when he steps into the kitchen to the smell of breakfast and coffee, Angel's obnoxious little pig trotting behind him. He pauses as he steps into the kitchen, blinking down at the gift, before carefully taking it from her. A rare, soft smile crosses his grizzled features as he turns it in his hands. ]
Holy shit, I forgot.
[ He carefully opens the gift, his eyes widening as he realises exactly what his daughter has given him. He turns the pages, eyes pouring over each image- of the home, the family he's built for himself here. Something that's all his own. Not Alastor's. Not the Order's. His. And there's not a single fucker in this or any other world who can take this away from him. He sniffs lightly, rubbing a clawed hand by his eye. He's not tearing up. He is not. ]
This is beautiful. [ Okay, fuck, he might be tearing up a little bit. He pulls her into a hug. ] I love it. Thank you, dochen'ka. That means the fuckin' world to me.
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Date: 2025-06-15 08:01 pm (UTC)He'd almost forgotten the day when he steps into the kitchen to the smell of breakfast and coffee, Angel's obnoxious little pig trotting behind him. He pauses as he steps into the kitchen, blinking down at the gift, before carefully taking it from her. A rare, soft smile crosses his grizzled features as he turns it in his hands. ]
Holy shit, I forgot.
[ He carefully opens the gift, his eyes widening as he realises exactly what his daughter has given him. He turns the pages, eyes pouring over each image- of the home, the family he's built for himself here. Something that's all his own. Not Alastor's. Not the Order's. His. And there's not a single fucker in this or any other world who can take this away from him. He sniffs lightly, rubbing a clawed hand by his eye. He's not tearing up. He is not. ]
This is beautiful. [ Okay, fuck, he might be tearing up a little bit. He pulls her into a hug. ] I love it. Thank you, dochen'ka. That means the fuckin' world to me.