#[ v. i'll wait here for you in my time of dying ] youth

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amplectormors replied to your post: … dad why are you like this?

Then stop doing things that make him get punished

----- I never asked for him to be my whipping boy. I-- I never asked for anyone to do that. I try! I study, I keep my head down, and I. . . just stop. Leave him be. I beg of you.

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@regisluciicaelum from here.

The cellar was the only place safe enough to hide. The words vibrated in his skull, refusing to leave. Shaking hands grasped either side of his head and squeezed as if they would just--- fall out on their own.  The mock exam. It was more of humiliation then an exam. Ambrose made sure that Clarus was made a fool of in front of everyone---- the saddest part is it was the gentler of our sparring sessions.  Still. His body ached as he rested against a crate of wine. Eyes closing for a few moments of peace before he had to go back home to deal with him. If Ambrose even returned. Sometimes he refused to be in the same room with him if he’s embarrassed him. And Clarus always embarrassed him.  His peace was short lived as he heard footsteps. Hurried. And it wasn’t long until he was found. By his Prince. Clarus closed his eyes again as Regis spoke. He meant good. But the training Shield shook his head.  “No.” He spoke, his voice still shaking even though he wanted to be firm. “He’s right. I need to work harder. I cannot fail you.”0

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♦ : A young child (age 7 - 9) GLADIO AND LIL CLARUS

send a symbol &… // not accepting!!

War has not touched the boy’s flesh but his eyes have a bitter sadness in them. Blue eyed youth, wandering the castle this afternoon. He had some free time before training with Ambrose---And he really shouldn’t be late. But his eyes catch the bigger frame in the gardens. Scars across his face and chest, big as a behemoth! Clarus couldn’t help but stare. He looked strong--- but also foreign. He didn’t know who he was, hadn’t seen him with the King or his father. Maybe he was here on court business? That’s when he saw something on the ground. A necklace. He glanced at it and then the man. Before he knew it, he was moving closer. Small hands wrapped around the jewelry and he swallowed.“Pardon, sir.” He asked, staring up at the man. “I think you dropped this. It is. . . it is yours, right?”