when the truth is found to be lies [closed]

[royalpassport]

who: Jefferson and CLOSED
what: Catch-all for February doings. Shoot me a line if you want to do something here.
when: February
where: Various
warnings: Possible references to mental health and trauma, but that's about it.

[ NOTE: there were starters here before, but I removed them to save them for another time. LMK if you'd like a starter. ]

Comments

[jolting]

As a child of the Charming family, I'm sure she's genetically obligated to say nice things about anybody.

[don't try talking him out of self-hate, bro. You know how it is]

Stuffed dog toys. I won a lot of prizes during that festival.

[royalpassport]

[ There's a scoff and an eye roll. He can't exactly claim to have the nicest experiences with the Charmings, though he's to blame for the most part. The mother kicked him out a window, the father threatened to arrest him because he couldn't magically make his hat work again (after they were the ones who smashed it!), and the daughter hit his head with a telescope. ]

Not anybody... Trust me.

[ High five, these two are experts at self-hate. ]

Next thing you know, you'll be getting her a real dog. [ Annnnd maybe he grins at the thought, both because it's cute, and because it'd probably be a headache for Emma. ]

[jolting]

[he just smiles and shrugs]

In any case, she's a good kid. There's no denying that. Her father had a horse, so I don't see why she couldn't get a dog if she really wanted one.

[royalpassport]

[ Jefferson lets out a soft huff, his mind drifting to another kid entirely. There's that familiar melancholy, taking hold of him. ]

Yeah... That's how fatherhood goes. You end up wanting to give them the world. [ Or a single stuffed rabbit. ] A dog's a good start.