Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-28412230-20170713193231

''The ombre groaned silently for a moment when he heard distressed wails, mistaking it as a few lone seagulls screeching at the top of their lungs at four in the morning. He adjusted himself in the bed, callously wrapping his right arm around Leon before he shot his eyes open once he heard aggressive, yet timid knocks on the door.''

Harvard furrowed his brows, thinking that one of the children had a nightmare about some creature called 'The Boogeyman' or 'Bigfoot' as he carefully got out of the bed, not wanting to disturb his fiance's well deserved sleep.

''When he approached the door, the sound from before was eventually translated into violent sobs and wails, making the ombre's groggy, lethargic expression drop in sadness. Maybe it was something greater than a bad dream.''

''He silently sighed, gently turning the knob, creaking the birchwood door open only to be greeted by a small, surprisingly tall, redheaded child who was intensely crying his heart out. The ombre immediately pursed his lips, crouching down to Clyde's level before scooping him up in his arms, lifting him up.''

"What's wrong, Clyde? Did you have a nightmare or something?"