[ God he loved Tiffany. He loved all of his girls. He had said that earlier, and it really sounded nice in his head. His girls. He knew that he loved Nariko most of all, she was his mate. Right? And if he were to make some sort of hierarchy, he suspected that Junko would be next to the top there, but he also didn't really need or want to make a hierarchy. the utopic vision he had had for the future was one in which everyone could be happy, safe, and united under him. A vision of a world in which everyone would be loved and together.
Briefly, he entertained another vision of that world, spending a long moment looking into Tiffany's eyes, perhaps imagining what his child with her might look like. But he dismisses that just as quickly to moan and shower her with a more simple praise. He reached out to brush the top of her head, running his hand over the crest of her hair. ]
yaaaaay
Briefly, he entertained another vision of that world, spending a long moment looking into Tiffany's eyes, perhaps imagining what his child with her might look like. But he dismisses that just as quickly to moan and shower her with a more simple praise. He reached out to brush the top of her head, running his hand over the crest of her hair. ]