𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘈

Sometimes he is lost in thought, mind wandering to a life years ago and eyes misted over with long created memories, longing visible on his face as he stares at the mirror panes and fingers ghosting over its runes with a phantom gentleness so alien to him now.

And Aaravos can't help but melancholy sigh when he thinks of the woman that brought him into this world.

⟶ 𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕