[ What is this cute little fairytale he lived? Not only did he get a slice of home and normalcy, he also gets to stand up proudly for his father's dedications? That's what she thinks anyway, but that's because she doesn't understand any part of this from his perspective. It twinkles in the distance, his reality, but she doesn't reach out to touch it, not without invitation. ]
(I never knew my family, nothing to inherit beyond our surname.)
[ Vilmaine, she does not know what it means, it could questionably even truly be hers, but it was what she had always been called. She assumes someone along the way must have known who she was, who she was born of. ]
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[ What is this cute little fairytale he lived? Not only did he get a slice of home and normalcy, he also gets to stand up proudly for his father's dedications? That's what she thinks anyway, but that's because she doesn't understand any part of this from his perspective. It twinkles in the distance, his reality, but she doesn't reach out to touch it, not without invitation. ]
( I never knew my family, nothing to inherit beyond our surname. )
[ Vilmaine, she does not know what it means, it could questionably even truly be hers, but it was what she had always been called. She assumes someone along the way must have known who she was, who she was born of. ]