#{leon: do the animals still eat those things simon it made me feel so guilty every time}

[nightslain]

@cursegiven​ said: “Mon père,” he called out softly. And, as the patriarch turned his head, a mug was offered. Hot and steaming, the scent of cinnamon and apples wafting into the air. The younger Belmont smiled, though a bit awkward as he handled the mugs of cider. “I took the liberty of using the kitchens... I am not much of a cooker nor a mixer, so it is not quite like the old recipe, but it is not undrinkable, at least.”

“Oh, Simon...” Joy sings high in the sound of Leon’s voice as his golden head turns, smile bright and full of welcome as the scroll in hand is rolled shut. Better things to think of are clearly at hand. “My son, you are entirely too kind,” the lord coos as one hand gestures the man to sit, the other reaching out in delighted acceptance for the mug presumed his, “I am powerless but to appreciate anything you take the time to bring to me. I’m sure you must sell yourself short.”

A sip is savoured, warming and spiced as it spreads heat as it does content through the king’s reclining figure. Delight creases his eyes--the taste indeed familiar if not subtly different to the long faded memory of days before. “But then it has been so long since I had tasted what we made from the orchards of House Belmont that I would not perhaps know the difference. Though...” The Lord utters a laugh, sun-bright head bent to hide his smile behind the lip of his mug. “I remember very well that the wildlife would grow awfully drunk on the fallen apples after they fermented. I would do as I could to clear them away, but there would always be one lone creature that would get to them first. Poor things. Not that I can say much when one glass of wine sent me under the table for much of my life as a man.”