twenty-nine.
[The days have been tolerable. Work a welcomed distraction, Syrinx and Aeneas' sister even more welcomed. His thirty-first birthday was approaching. Knowing more of his blood roamed the community, though, made him pray Antonin was not a Greek bastard. Not like Patroclus. God knew he needed to figure out how to deal with that matter still. Still, his cousin's face was a pleasing thing to see. Even if he wondered if the man would make anything of himself.
There had been no contact between himself and Polyxena.
He decided he would manage.]
[Filter: Mordred]
A drink some time. Up to you.
I just wish I could remember our sister but she's nothing more than a fuzzy image in our head. Is it the same for you?
[Filter: Public]
What's the saying, April showers bring May flowers? Isn't there more to that?
Cassandra~ we'll go shopping for all we need to replace sometime soon.