Wriothesley X Lumine Novels & Stories

As I gently put my fingers on it, it didn’t take much pressure to cause it to ooze ever so slightly, and he let out a displeased groan. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I insisted, shaking my head. “You’ve let this go far too long.” “Is it really that bad?” he queried, looking over his shoulder at me, his face so close his face had almost brushed mine, and my breath caught a little in my throat. His face before had seemed so cold, but this time his yes were soft, and appeared to be full of worry. “I’ll need to clean it out and stitch it up,” I said as brushed off the flutter in my chest, and I hurried over to the cabinets, and upon opening some drawers, finding some Saint John’s wort, tee

He had learned early on that Lune was sensitive to many things, and he wanted to be the rock she could lean on during this transformative journey. Arlo started by creating a safe and nurturing environment at their home. He transformed a corner of their shared bedroom into a cozy nursery, painting the walls in soft, calming colors. He chose gentle pastels that would evoke a sense of tranquility, far removed from the turmoil they had both faced. Arlo spent hours assembling the crib, meticulously following the instructions, and testing each component to ensure it was secure and safe. It was an act of love, a physical manifestation of his dedication to Lune and their child.