𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 BOOK 2: HOLY TRINITY SERIES. When I move into the world it feels like a moral fall, like seeking love in a whorehouse. ❝You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?❞ ❝Yes, does that scare you?❞
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"Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside your ribcage." - E.E Cummings
TW: ORAL SMEX, MATURE LANGUAGES, VIOLENCE, MENTION OF SELF HARM, BLOOD AND DEATH. Read at your own discretion.
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A knock on the door echoed from Rindou's bedroom and he looked up from his laptop to see his brother poke half of his figure inside, leaning on the door frame.
"Our 2:00 is ready." Ran told him, looking for you and Sanzu.
"I'm just waiting for Y/n to finish her shower, she'll take Thea to their new home."
Rindou had brought a small cozy home that was not too far from Eskelita, for Thea to have no problem commuting to her newly enrolled school, your mom was still at the clinic getting treatments and probably be back to their new home this afternoon.
Rindou hired Marites as a housekeeper around their new house. It was an abrupt start for them, and had no idea where these were coming from but both of them were thankful enough, thinking you had found a more reliable way to earn.
Ran strolled inside, cigarette in between his fingers, and Arabella came in tailing him, before setting herself down at the lounge chair by Rindou's bookshelf.
This made Rindou feel uneasy seeing someone else occupying your place from the room as she skims through the books with a frown.
Ran was about to take his seat when something had bumped behind him, making him grunt, annoyed, and turn around in exasperation, seeing no one there behind him but when he looked down, he saw a small toddler below him.
Her round eyes were bright, hair curled inwards with a yellow tint that made a few strands look like gold from the sunlight.
He looks down, his hand on his hip while the other holds out his cigarette. Both of them did a staring contest.
