03-11-2020, 10:19 PM
Treason?
Surely not.
How was he supposed to know they would take him seriously, he was only joking.
For the most part.
Whatever, doesn’t matter.
Either way, best he left, scoot himself out of the way and stay out of sight. Enough time passed, they would forget about it, Ivo just needed to be patient- not an easy feat.
Truth is, Ivo was not a creature of virtue, isn’t that how it goes, the thing about patience?
From the moment he was born, hes been a rather vocal, squalling thing. There was always just something the matter, not quite right, in the way, etc, etc. Look, if there was something to complain about, you can count on him to find it, and let you know about it.
Anyways, he has always been spoiled, a mama’s boy. A brat. I’m not sure if anyone would consider him someone especially pleasant to be around, he might be okay to look at, but other than that- it was a trying process to find a positive trait.
Killdare would often find busy work for him when he was a child, just to gain some relief from his persistent pestering and whining. You know, usually people grow out of that, and in some ways the earth toned man had- however, there is always room for improvement. Ivo still has a ways to go.
For now, the grown child is losing himself to a river bank, aimlessly wandering the damp earth and looking over his shoulder. “Ugh,” you can just guess how that sounds, he’s been inconvenienced. “You really smell awful,” each word is directed to the river, deaf ears to fall on, the damp soil and the wet that is just not sitting well with his sense of smell.
Surely not.
How was he supposed to know they would take him seriously, he was only joking.
For the most part.
Whatever, doesn’t matter.
Either way, best he left, scoot himself out of the way and stay out of sight. Enough time passed, they would forget about it, Ivo just needed to be patient- not an easy feat.
Truth is, Ivo was not a creature of virtue, isn’t that how it goes, the thing about patience?
From the moment he was born, hes been a rather vocal, squalling thing. There was always just something the matter, not quite right, in the way, etc, etc. Look, if there was something to complain about, you can count on him to find it, and let you know about it.
Anyways, he has always been spoiled, a mama’s boy. A brat. I’m not sure if anyone would consider him someone especially pleasant to be around, he might be okay to look at, but other than that- it was a trying process to find a positive trait.
Killdare would often find busy work for him when he was a child, just to gain some relief from his persistent pestering and whining. You know, usually people grow out of that, and in some ways the earth toned man had- however, there is always room for improvement. Ivo still has a ways to go.
For now, the grown child is losing himself to a river bank, aimlessly wandering the damp earth and looking over his shoulder. “Ugh,” you can just guess how that sounds, he’s been inconvenienced. “You really smell awful,” each word is directed to the river, deaf ears to fall on, the damp soil and the wet that is just not sitting well with his sense of smell.