[Even contracted, the Down is Silver's home. The threats present don't faze him and he feels a little less resentful of the inequality he faces while here. Much as he struggles with the overwhelming need to guard Idia and Cater every waking moment, he still takes his time to run errands and help those in need when he finds them. His sharp eyes scan for trouble, always watching and wary....
A flash of black and bright pink. Another look as the person disappears into public Submissive housing: hair. That hair....
It couldn't be!
Forgetting everything else at that moment, Silver rushes after the person with his heart beating in his throat. It's impossible, it can't be him!
But it is. Sprawled on the couch, looking half dead asleep, is Lilia Vanrouge. No Submissive mark, but how cruel the city is to do this! Father deserves to retire in peace, to live out his days raising chickens and reminiscing. Tears sting in Silver's eyes as he takes a tentative step toward the diminutive fae, then another, and then he's rushing to the sofa and pulling Lilia off the dingy fabric into a tight embrace.]
Take What You Get
A flash of black and bright pink. Another look as the person disappears into public Submissive housing: hair. That hair....
It couldn't be!
Forgetting everything else at that moment, Silver rushes after the person with his heart beating in his throat. It's impossible, it can't be him!
But it is. Sprawled on the couch, looking half
deadasleep, is Lilia Vanrouge. No Submissive mark, but how cruel the city is to do this! Father deserves to retire in peace, to live out his days raising chickens and reminiscing. Tears sting in Silver's eyes as he takes a tentative step toward the diminutive fae, then another, and then he's rushing to the sofa and pulling Lilia off the dingy fabric into a tight embrace.]F-- Father...!