stictching

What happens next?

He’d perfected his technique: a slight pouty lip, a frightened gleam in his eye, a begging expression. “M-m'am? I can’t find my mum. She was just in that lot over there.”

The young woman turned to stare down at the small boy. He was wearing a Sponge Bob sweater and a wool hat with rocket ships stictched onto it. Tear stains tracked down his cheeks.

“I’m scared. Can you help me?” he asked.

“No.”

His mask of childlike innocence cracked a little as surprise and irritation flashed across his face. No one had ever responded that way before. “What do you mean?”

“I know what you are.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have any skyeward smut fic recs?

sure thing nonnie. these are my favs:

hope that’s what you’re after. c: