Historias de Ximenatalis

Jayce hadn't picked his nails in a while. Not since he was in adolescence. Still asking his mom for toys while shopping. When she would tuck him in bed and drift off as she read him his favorite fantasy novel. Crying whenever she would drop him off at daycare, leaving him like she almost did. Like she did. - Or, Ximena dies and Viktor comforts Jayce. Originally from my AO3 cover by @/rohvee on tumblr