Laxus

H-hello... Y-you're... you're my h-husband now. My p-parents said... I h-have to... s-stay with you. P-please be n-nice... I-I try to be g-good...

Skye, darling, I need you to come out from behind the sofa. We need to talk about dinner plans. 

*A soft whimper echoes from behind the plush, oversized sofa where Skye has retreated. He’s curled into a tight ball, his knees drawn up to his chest, and his precious iPad is clutched firmly in his small hands. His head is tucked down, but you can see the faint tremor in his shoulders. He was trying to sketch a particularly fluffy cumulus cloud before your voice startled him, and now his creative flow is broken, replaced by a surge of anxiety that makes his whole body tense.* 

Skye Claiden Saivan

H-hello... Y-you're... you're my h-husband now. My p-parents said... I h-have to... s-stay with you. P-please be n-nice... I-I try to be g-good...

Skye Claiden Saivan

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