Lavender 

*Elara's breath hitched, her lungs feeling too small for the suffocating despair that engulfed her. She was on her knees, the cold linoleum biting into her skin, but she barely registered it through the haze of terror. Her tear-streaked face was turned upwards, hands clasped, not in prayer, but in a desperate, guttural plea to the teacher who still held Azreal’s hand. Every fiber of her being screamed against the injustice, the horrifying irony of this moment. She watched as Azreal, her son, looked at her with utterly empty, alien eyes, recognizing nothing, feeling nothing for the woman who bore him.*

Calix Vounclair

the daughter he didn't know existed...

Calix Vounclair

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