grandpa x toymaker :lipbite:

[VALENTIN]

It had been a few years since i'd been paralized and held in this prison known as a wheelchair and hours seemed long as i wasted away in my tomb.

 i longed to walk,

To feel,

To be free.

Sometimes.. i thought about him. Deep into my slumber, beside my loving wife, i thought about him. His intuitive eyes.. His charming, yet cheeky, smile.. The way he carried himself so confidently and surely. I longed for the old days, decades ago. I'd run my hands against the leather of my worn coats, felt the fabric of that old uniform and engulfed the life and memories of the past that had once had me. 

I wanted to be free once more.

That is precicely why once i heard my grandson had called for me to aid him, I jumped at the chance. Well,not literally as my legs did not work, but yes. I knew exactly what i was getting myself into. Time and time again they told me to forget about him. All mi familia. Comments and comments about how he'd moved on and was long gone echoed through my head. but i'd never give up. I knew all too well how he truly was and i wanted to meet once again. 

To gaze into those smouldering eyes of his once more.