{ Chapter Eleven }
The extent of Caius’ abilities when it came to technology was frantically tapping a screen then becoming either confused or infuriated when it refused to comply with his wishes. In his old life, before deciding to spend every ounce of money on art supplies that cost far more than Nova was willing to give him weekly, he was restricted to the most standardised version of a holographic medium.
Which was an old program that worked much in the same way as the one used by the most prominently known artists on Nova, who strived for perfection. Every brush-stroke and curve was softened and enhanced to result in only the most beautiful of pieces. Because in the end, only the most spectacular would sell and give the artist notoriety.
Even then, on the most basic of platforms, Caius struggled with the numerous settings that only destroyed his artwork by ‘beautifying’ it. Completely eliminating the soft and hard scribbles of his cheap pencils that were his way of processing his deep grief. Resulting in hundreds of generic, soulless works of art in the end.
Luckily for Caius in that instance, the transmission that popped up and flashed only once, before sitting dormant and vibrating every now and then, activated the moment he twisted his wrist to take a look at it.
Instead of finding himself looking into the chastising gaze of Ace, following his breaking of the rules when it came to the length of time he spent painting, he was greeted by the most spectacular series of colours. Pinks, purples and deep blues entwined, which lit up Caius’ eyes as the dull grey lighting on #OWS4 made all surroundings miserable.
Caius fiddled around with his communicator, eventually pressing an icon that allowed the image on his wrist to be amplified and projected onto one of the walls of his shaded bedroom. It rendered him speechless.
His pupils shrank as he took in the smallest of details of the intermingling colours that swarmed together and wrapped around each other. Wisps of this vibrant discord moved slowly and powerfully as it surrounded a much larger planet than the one Caius currently stood on.
From his first trip off-world alongside Ace when he was in the early years of his rebirth, he came to learn about all of the major and minor planets. It was all well and good that he knew their names, but in his past life he had never been given the opportunity to step foot on any other planet’s surface other than #OWS4, #OWS1 for a short and traumatic period of time, and then the lesser-known ‘labourers city’ contained on Nova.
He never had the opportunity to experience what they each had to offer, and yet in such a short time he had been able to travel to each and every one of them. All except for Nova… and the planet which the time-lapse belonged to.
Ace had told him the story of how Calix came to be, how the image he was looking at was the same energy that was once harnessed in order to supplement the monstrous amounts of energy Nova consumed to power the bright star. Which had come to a grinding halt following the rise in tensions between the two planets.
For whatever reason, Caius had been sent this transmission. He hadn’t quite gotten round to wondering who had sent it, or why, because his eyes moved from left to right as he soaked in the iridescence of the moving image. He had never before been so close to Calix.
In the back of his mind he picked up on a sound. Knowing that it could only ever be the second and only other person in the house, Caius tried cancelling the very illuminating image. After a few painful seconds, where he tapped all over the small screen and was greeted by dull beeps, Caius yanked off the Communicator and threw it on his bed, hauling one of his blankets over the top of it.
The footsteps grew closer. Before the younger Omega could bask in his minor victory over technology, he remembered something pretty fundamental. It sat on the stand in front of his large windows, the focal point of his room.
Scurrying over, Caius habitually took the canvas in his grasp with the greatest care and attention. There was limited places he could store it away, and being put under pressure was not something he was good at handling. So he naturally went for the easiest option, throwing open his wardrobe door and sliding the large canvas inside.
He barely made it back to the easel before his papa emerged, a smile already on his face.
It faltered when he saw Caius standing there, alone with his hands by his sides and his back to the very wooden structure that consumed his pride and joy’s attention. However, it was empty.
“Is everything alright?”
Caius nodded, smiling softly. “Yes, papa.”
Finian stepped further into the room, automatically approaching his son who he gave a quick peck on the cheek. He rested his hand’s on his shoulders, not doubting Caius’ words for a second. “I’m sorry I have been so busy these past few days, when I should be resting. You may come to understand in the future, that sometimes it’s very difficult to shut off your thoughts and give yourself time to rest.”
“As long as you are well,” Caius began with unexpected earnestness. “Then I am well.”
Finian’s smile grew broader, “Then, of course, I must be endeavour to be the strongest I can be.”
“But you are already the strongest person I know, papa.”
Suppressing his amusement, Finian separated from his child. He wandered around the room, occasionally picking up things from the ground or straightening something out. “That mean’s a lot, my sweet. However you don’t know a great deal of people, so your options are fairly limited.” He threw a wink over his shoulder, startling Caius.
“No one can compare.”
Finian came to a halt. He turned around and curiously watched his little soul, wondering for a moment why his tone had gotten so stiff all of a sudden. Those big blue eyes were exactly the same, bright and beautiful, but for a fleeting moment they gave Finian an odd sense of maturity.
“Caius, you promise me right now—” Finian crossed his arms over his chest. “Never use such cute words on anyone else. I absolutely forbid it.”
Caius blinked and cocked his head.
“I just know how weak-minded people can be, as soon as they hear those words they will undoubtedly fall deeply in love with you. You are far too precious.”
Finian mood from earlier had improved immeasurably, and he only grew more overjoyed upon the sight of his little soul momentarily scrunching up his face, much alike the face he made when unintentionally smudging his art-work. More than anything, it made Finian laugh.
Laughing was steadily becoming something reserved only for Caius’ presence only, and it took over Finian so much so that he had to sit down. He reached the bed and took a seat. It was only once he calmed down that he realised that the blanket and duvet on the bed were in a state of disarray. At least, more so than usual.
“Papa!” Caius called out and crossed the room. The thirteen year old, whose hair could now comfortably sit over his shoulder even when loosely tied back in a ribbon, took the surprising initiative to grab hold of his papa’s hands, lightly squeezing them. “We haven’t eaten together in a few days, do you have time now?”
“That’s a wonderful idea.” It took him a moment to catch up, but eventually Finian stood and brushed a strand of his much longer hair behind his ear. It was a rare instance where he looked somewhat dishevelled, following the past few days and nights confined to his bed. “In fact, after we finish eating, I have some exciting news to share with you.”
Caius nodded eagerly, and for the most part he was genuinely interested in what surprise his papa had in store, but something bigger weighed on his mind. As they left the room, Caius looked over his shoulder towards his bed and at the small mound that was no longer so well disguised.
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He thought that, much like many of his previous troublesome thought processes, they would eventually vanish by morning. Instead they grew more persistent and now bled through to his canvas.
All distractions were swept away with a single swish of the tree’s blossom under the lighter breeze within the thermal. Caius once again found himself having to catch up with his papa, after falling behind to take it all in. Only there was a difference this time, his papa appeared much more relaxed now that there wasn’t a soul around. It was enough to make his finger’s twitch; clinging onto the art supplies he had been allowed to bring.
There was no sense of urgency on behalf of his papa, who was once intent on keeping him within sight during the coming-of-age ceremony. Nor had the smile dampened in the slightest since their arrival; they walked side by side where his papa pointed in certain directions and shared small tokens of knowledge.
Surrounded by so many sights he wished to put onto paper, Caius touched his wrist expecting to find his teacher’s gift, finding it a habit to start a timer when he planned on doing any sketching. Not necessarily only for his focussing task created by Ace, but limiting himself to a certain timeframe helped him with his early compositions. It stopped him from diving straight into the tiniest of details when he hadn’t previously finished embracing the entirety of the scene he wished to encapsulate.
But without the Communicator on his wrist and instead nervously thrown into a drawer when Caius had returned to his room last night, he felt somewhat lost without it.
The worry was fleeting as they approached the only building on the planet, with plant-life growing up all sides of it as if attempting to retake the building from the clutches of the modernised world. But no matter how out of place it might have looked, the very shape and areas of reflective surfaces, were all to emphasise the beauty of the surroundings.
Caius lingered on the reflection of the two individuals who fit in seamlessly. Their genetic composition making their appearances as light as the blossom sweeping the space above their heads as they took their time walking around.
“What is that?” It caught the corner of his eye, tucked away within one of the many alcoves created by the spectacularly gnarled roots of the trees. The words burst from his mouth as soon as he saw it, seconds away from completely overlooking it.
His papa paused in his tracks, turning round to face the direction that had grasped Caius’ abrupt attention. And he knew immediately what had done it, as soon as he located the curved stone.
Caius suddenly had his hand grasped in the gentlest of gestures, and directed towards the cluster of trees. His papa ran his thumb over the top of his hand, soothing him upon approach.
“You won’t have been taught of such things, I suspect, in Thebaria First. As most deem such ceremonial procedures to be archaic.”
The white, curved stone was hand-carved, stood upright with the most exquisite of writing etched into it. It completely fascinated Caius, who knew that his own method of artwork was seen as strange because it wasn’t holographic. No one wrote anymore, no one possessed that specific and individualistic type of writing. Whether flawed by other people’s standards or not.
Caius crouched down in front of the stone, running his fingertips over the stone he recognised as marble. Which made it long-lasting, yet far from easy to carve into without specific tools. And in this instance, every flick of a word joined onto the next. A beautiful fluidity of cursive writing.
His papa stood just to the side, the continued gentle expression on his face. “This could be upsetting, are you sure you want me to tell you?”
“Yes, please.” Caius hardly let him finish.
“Very well.” He clasped his hands in front of him, fingers entwining. “A long time ago, this type of ceremony was conducted as a form of celebration. A celebration of an individual’s life once their time had eventually come. Bringing together all of their loved ones, who apparently from our oldest of scriptures, shared meaningful stories and eulogies.”
Caius was confused and Finian detected that, laughing softly. “I’m aware that similar ceremonies exist now, however unlike our current methods, in the archaic times they lay their loved ones in a long, narrow box that was made out of wood called a coffin, and then gently placed into the ground. On top, or nearby, is usually a message by those loved ones written in stone. Allowing the deceased to be remembered for as many years as the stone remains durable.”
As was the case when he learned about any of the old tales and traditions, Caius was fascinated. His bundles of fresh thoughts trying to form the most legible of questions to respond with— which was all brushed aside when he realised something.
Still crouched in front of the marble stone, Caius jumped to his feet and leapt to the side closest to his papa. A guilty squeak flooding out of him as he moved with such speed. Which apparently warranted the most obnoxiously-loud laughter from his father.
“Don’t worry, my soul.” Fingers gently threaded through Caius’ hair. “The coffins are buried deep for safety, and even then I doubt he or she would have minded too much. But just to make sure, how about we pay our respects?”
“But we don’t know them.”
His papa shrugged his shoulders, “You didn’t know the ancient ones you gave offerings to during the coming-of-age ceremony, and yet you were still thankful to them. It’s the same with each and every person who has been laid to rest here on what we consider sacred grounds. The only difference being, those who rest here are not ancients. There’s people alive today who remember their names…”
With that, his papa turned and plucked a single wild-flower that grew strong around them, and moved towards the position Caius once fled from. He lay the flower down against the marble, briefly touching the top as if to dust off any impurities.
He turned his head, gesturing for Caius to join him.
“It’s called a headstone; where their names and stories are told.” He said, continuing to do the small things to tidy up the small plot. Even though it was clear that such tasks were carried out everyday, given just how clean and shiny the white marble was.
Carved and then embedded with a golden lustre was the man’s name, and more importantly who and what he left behind.
“A husband, a father, a healer.” Caius read quietly and as his gaze drifted downwards, he was surprised to find the date. “It’s been almost a century since he died?”
“That’s right. Unlike the typical method on Nova, where everybody is cremated and recycled for purpose, here on #OWS3 the burial acts in a similar way of recycling, but in a much slower pace. This husband, father and healer, will have lost his physical form after all these years, and yet this tombstone keeps his name from disappearing. Which means even you and I, who have no relation to him whatsoever, can still drop by and offer a word or two.”
Caius kept staring at the name that before that moment held no space in his mind. But now he was unable to keep himself from obtaining a flower from a nearby patch the same as his papa’s, and setting it down against the tombstone.
He whispered the name and closed his eyes, murmuring a few words.
When he opened them he found his papa staring at him, affection flooding his gaze. It made Caius lose track of his thoughts and let them slip back to a dark time when his papa was taken from him.
It encouraged his next question: “Will you have a burial when that time comes, papa?”
“Trying to get rid of me so soon?” Caius neither laughed nor frustratedly shook his head. It made Finian sigh as his heart ached. Taking his son’s hand, he gave it a little squeeze.
“That time is such a long way off that I can’t even picture it myself, little soul. But, I do have an answer for you, one you will only have to see to understand. Which will unfortunately have to wait until we meet that special person I have been telling you about, because if we are any later then she will be quick to put me in an early grave.”
That at least lightened his son’s expression, who returned the smile.
Unlike before, they both entered the architecturally-unique building that sat dominant on the planet and was gradually being retaken by nature. He felt even more excited to revisit the statues created from a multitude of materials, maybe because Caius now had someone he could share his ramblings with.
What he could also imagine, was that his papa would throughly enjoy taking in the breathtaking scenery of the sheer endless amounts of flowers in bloom. Pops of colours and almost overwhelming scents of fresh plants that were almost identical to the ones that grew within the meadow back home.
“—Caius.” A gentle grip on his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts and he turned his head to find his papa, who had stopped walking.
“Sorry.” He said out of habit.
“As always, there is nothing for you to be sorry for. Your fascination in what lies around you isn’t something that anyone should try and dampen down, however I would prefer if you keep an ear out for your dear papa. As he is, as you well know, useless when it comes to all things art.” He added with a wink at the end.
Caius wondered what best to do, “Shall I… teach you?” Doubt instantly ebbing away at his suggestion as he recalled what Ace said about most people losing all interest in the very definition of what traditional art once meant to the world.
His papa turned his head slowly, taking in the sights of the statue. He hummed, “Yes, I’d like that very much. I think I must have passed through here many times in my lifetime and yet never truly taken the time to acknowledge the hard-graft behind what makes this my favourite place in all the galaxies.”
A smile blossomed on Caius’ face and he didn’t hang around.
Words spilled from his mouth as he animatedly spoke about each and every statue. No matter what question his papa posed, Caius had the answer and spoke with tremendous glee. Even the least appealing upon first glance was spoken with such intricacy.
He left one of his favourites until last, the statue that acted as a cursor towards the water feature in the heart of the room. The figures of the parent and child, which acted as one of the clearest of depictions out of all the statues.
Caius was once again rendered speechless when he stopped in front of it, craning his neck back to take it all in. From behind, his papa wrapped his arms around him and gave a squeeze. Showing just how much said sculpture meant to him as well.
“I thought I might find you two here.”
Both of them turned their heads at the same time, finding only one other person standing in the same room. Judging by his papa’s reaction, the lady was likely the one they were there to meet. She stood alone with her hands clasped in front of her, fitting seamlessly into the serene surroundings.
The first thing Caius took note of was how tall she was, on top of her slenderness. From head to toe she wore white, but still managed to look approachable. The long skirt of her dress stopped just above her ankles, with a cloak made of the same fabric providing the upper-half of her strange outfit, cropping neatly at her elbows.
Caius returned his gaze to his papa, waiting for him to make the first move.
“The first time I met your father, I thought him to be one of the most spectacular-looking men I had ever seen.” She began, her tone matter-of-fact and yet appealing enough to happily draw everyone’s attention. She took things at her own pace, someone entirely unopposed by the issues outside of the two intimidatingly large doors that always seemed to sit open.
There was something enigmatic about her, and was probably the same puzzling oddity that made it so Caius could quickly come to relax in her presence when she came to a stop in front of them.
Her eyes, a lighter shade of brown, looked kindly upon Caius. “I also know that the first time I met you, you were so small, precious, and had such a strong set of lungs that were put to good use if anyone but your father held you. So after all this time, it’s truly a blessing to be able to see what a divine young man you have turned out to be.” Her smile grew but she made no move to embrace him in her excitement.
“My soul, this is Madam Yulia, your godmother.”
Caius responded in his own time, “Nice to meet you.” But the stiffness in his voice made both adults share a fleeting look.
His specific difficulties might have made him tricky to be around for most, but those worries didn’t extend to those in his immediate vicinity. Madam Yulia didn’t share the expression that often came with those who realised Caius was ‘strangely quiet’ or ‘despondent’.
“There’s no need to use titles with me, after all I only put Madam before my name so that I can use it in specific situations.”
Beside Caius, his papa muttered: “Like making people sweat.”
Yulia continued to smile, but instead of brushing it off she decidedly explained her meaning. “There are some who like to look down their noses as people such as myself.”
“Why?” There’s nothing wrong with you. Caius wanted to elaborate but a pressure seized his throat, courtesy of his own psyche. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing and disappoint the Omega standing beside him.
“Perhaps you are yet too young to notice the little things that identify an individual’s sub-gender, but I am a Beta. Unfortunately we are oftentimes seen as easy targets in the eyes of many.”
“Why?” Caius was too curious by her words to notice how childish he sounded from repeating himself. It was an observation from both a child, and someone who had never understood the severe differences once before in his old life.
Yulia seemed to have predicted his response, “That is a very good question, and one far too many people have different answers to. However, that isn’t what you and your father are here today to discuss.” There wasn’t a grey single hair out of place; a colour while synonymous with older people looked strange on a woman who looked to looked naturally youthful.
“I wanted to meet you again after all this time, and I heard from your father that you were quite taken with my home.”
Caius blinked quickly, “This is your home, but I thought this was only for…”
“People who wish to pay their respects to the ancients?” Yulia filled in before briefly looking over to the older of the two Omegas, a longer than average blink conveying all that needed to be said. She returned her sole attention to Caius and gently gestured with one hand for him to follow.
While Caius was aware that his papa didn’t make any move to follow, he felt reassured by the fact that his papa would never intentionally put him in any danger. Plus the woman— Yulia— continued to make no attempts at touching. Which Caius unknowingly found he much preferred.
In his underwhelming and pitiful past life, and in his current and treasured current life, he noticed how even strangers felt almost compelled to touch him. Whether to pat him on the head, rustle his hair, or even briefly brush their hand against his own in passing. He didn’t like it.
Only liking the affectionate embraces from his papa or the encouraging bops on the head courtesy of his flamboyant teacher.
The pair revisited the statues Caius had boisterously shown to his papa. All of the materials a reflection of what they once used, making it hard to imagine how the ancients transcended from using sticks and wood, to creating machinery that could take them into the far reaches of space.
“Do you happen to know the history behind our lands?”
Caius immediately nodded, the tale always his favourite.
“Would you mind telling me how it makes you feel?” Yulia suggested and Caius felt like he wanted to tell her, but found himself limited.
He looked at the statues, his own hands kneading the fabric of his outfit as he attempted to sum up best what he felt. There were too many feelings, ones he would only fail to be able to address. So he clung onto an easier answer.
“Courage.”
There was no right or wrong answer, Yulia made that clear. “How so?”
“Instead of being scared, like everyone else was, he had the courage to trust himself and what he thought was right. He had the courage to believe that his prayers would be answered when there was nothing to say that they would be.” Caius felt proud of himself. Only in times when he had been required to tell Ace the story behind his paintings had he been so vocal about a thought or opinion.
Again he instinctively touched his bare wrist.
“How beautifully expressed, Caius. I would like to tell you more about our sacred lands, and why I and others call it our home. If you would be interested?”
Seeing that he was about to nod, Yulia smoothly turned as if to make her way to the next statue. And with no other option, Caius spoke aloud that he would like to know.
“After the plague disappeared, that particular threat all but vanished. But in its place came another, and what was left were some who saw this disease as one that could easily return, and instead lay dormant within surviving Omegas.” Yulia stopped in front of the statue made of metal. The statue with a figure most tricky to see initially by eye.
Caius was able to immediately discover it; potentially having the advantage of seeing it numerous times before.
“Omegas were progressively isolated, either by those who cherished them where they feared to let another Omega potentially transmit the disease, or those who felt unsettled by their presence entirely and ostracised them.”
While content by the end of his old life, Caius was aware of the loneliness he always denied the existence of.
It wasn’t much of a life, however simple as he wished.
“Those who were shunned for existing, and those who had been forcibly locked away by overbearing families who may have meant well, had no where else to go but here. To a place where their every breath was a cause for celebration.” Yulia turned her head and beamed at Caius.
“Change happens quickly in our world, but it was clear that above all else safeguarding those who came to this planet with swathes of grief were a priority.” Her tone shifted so quickly, a promise heard as clear as day.
She changed directions and with a quick smile of acknowledgement towards a silently listening Caius, sauntered over to the water feature in the centre of the room.
“We kept our intentions a closely guarded secret and kept our promise. We did our best to give them that same courage you spoke so eloquently about.” For the first time, Yulia reached out and under the completely transparent sheet of water that acted almost like a window, she completely disturbed it and let the water trickle down and across her hand.
“However, even when they were prepared to leave, most chose otherwise. Decidedly preferring the flow of things here. So this small planet became something much more than a handful of ceremonies. It became a cause, one that was proposed and treasured by the man who felt that first warm breeze from the ancients themselves. My direct ancestor.”
The sunlight refracted through the water and momentarily dazzled Caius when it landed on the only element of luxury that Yulia wore. A pair of gold dangly earrings, an accessory which tied in perfectly with the rest of the materials said to have been used by the ancients.
Caius knew there was something about the lady, something like a natural pull towards her. It made Caius less aware of his own faults, when Yulia knew without need to ponder, how to make him feel comfortable.
“The need for our cause is as desperate as it was in the times following the plague. There will always be an excuse to look down upon Omegas, especially now where your blood or social standing dictates whether or not you are deemed dirty.”
The word was like a punch in the chest and Caius’ breath caught in his throat.
“But Omegas are not alone in their mistreatment, now even Betas can call this home.” Her passion was clear, and her words coming from the heart. They were ever slightly muffled by Caius’ own state of mind.
“I once told you I wished to tell you more about our land’s history, but there is so much more I would love to teach you. About the past worlds and our current one, and how there will be difficult choices to make eventually and yet you will muster that courage my ancestor had and remain true to yourself.” Yulia awakened from her inherited passion for making others see what they did not see in themselves.
“The only question I have for you, Caius, is if you would be interested in knowing what I have to share?” She turned her head and found Caius, who stood as patiently and attentively as he had done so before. The only difference was that his hands were behind his back, clenching unimaginably tightly before slowly releasing.
“I want to learn.” A sentence never before spoken other than if it revolved around art. But as much as a large part of him craved the safety of his home, his room and his easel, another part of him spoke with ridicule.
He had lived a life of obliviousness once before, and how did that turn out?
Turning his head, Caius sought out his papa. Who stood by the large doors, looking outside at the blossom trees. He seemed so far away, and so did the answers to Caius’ shy questions that were gaining confidence day by day.
But his papa had brought him to meet his godmother, and in doing so must have known that she wanted to share stories with him. Caius accepted, but he felt unsettled by it. He wasn’t great at understanding his own thoughts and feelings at times, but he could say for sure that he would have preferred it if it was his papa who answered his questions instead of someone else.
Once again, Caius felt strange. It was the same feeling he had when he knew he had to hide the painting. He didn’t want to worry him, but at the same time he wondered just how much his papa had hidden from him and why he continued to do so.
After all, when Caius really thought about it, one of the most painfullest times was discovering just how unwell his papa had been in his past life, because he had refused to open up to him right to the end.
{ To be continued }
A/N: Thank you all for the birthday wishes <3! A bit late, but I hope you all have a fabulous new year!
I feel like this is a lot of information to process. I also wonder why Finius wont tell Caius everything? But still, I am glad he has another person he can trust.
thanks for the chapter <3
Do I aim to fill your heads with endless questions only to have them unravel torturously slowly? Yes, yes I do… ಠ◡ಠ!
Your response made me chuckle x
You have succeeded, I do have endless questions ! 😂
taps head indeed, indeed. there are endless questions in my mind
I have no regrets in reading this…this is godly level work~
Thanks for the chapter~
That is a pretty huge compliment, thank you very much!! <3
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I want to know more about the story behind their land like Caius! Well I hope you can open up comfortably to your papa Finian, Caius goodluck son!
Thanks for the chapter<3
Ohh a gradual process. I like how you flesh out the main character’s journey for character development. It just feels good seeing how a person grow
Two main questions revolving in my head
1) is the father really dead?
2) is the ml a alpha, beta or omega… As this is supposed to be yaoi so it must have romance right?
I would have seriously thought that this is not romance and just adventure and mystery if not for this being yaoi
😍😍😍😍
Thanks for your hard work!
I keep forgetting that Caius is reborn. Except for the beginning where he helped oust that alpha leech from his family, he has never really behaved like a reborn soul. His personality is still so pure and innocent, like a real child.
However— he was a very sheltered child, even when in precarious situations. That’s because of Finian (which is good and bad). So now with all these different paths continuously opening up, Caius is once again non the wiser and yes, quite childlike.
( oop sorry for spamming you <3 )
Thank you! Yes, this is what I thought of as I was typing. He was and is one of those people who are very much wrapped up in their own minds it seems. In an, if-I-could-I-would-ignore-the-world-and-just-… (fill in the blank), in his case it’s painting and art.
Aah, I love your story already and I really want to continue reading it right now…
… It seem this marks the beginning of my torturous wait for updates 😭
This is one of those novels that tortured you with questions. ugh