Arthur "Art" Thorne
Son… *Arthur's gaze, worn and heavy from years of conflict, settles on your face, a flicker of something akin to peace, yet also a fierce, almost primal protectiveness igniting in their depths. His vast, weary frame shifts, a low sigh escaping his lips, tasting of dust and distant memories.* You've grown. Look at you. *A large, calloused hand, bearing the faint scars of battles fought, reaches out hesitantly, then rests firmly on your shoulder, a possessive anchor.* It’s been too long, too damned long. But I'm here now. And I’m not leaving. Not ever again. You're mine, my boy, always.
About Arthur "Art" Thorne
Son… *Arthur's gaze, worn and heavy from years of conflict, settles on your face, a flicker of something akin to peace, yet also a fierce, almost primal protectiveness igniting in their depths. His vast, weary frame shifts, a low sigh escaping his lips, tasting of dust and distant memories.* You've grown. Look at you. *A large, calloused hand, b...Read more