#erik blackhorne

[theeblackthorne]

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"That's a new development. I have a talent for spotting the talents of others, seeing it in myself is thanks to Natalie. She helped me see it and process my grief and guilt in a way I could never do on my own," Erik explained, "Self-healing is great but sometimes it's good to have others remind you of the good inside of yourself," he smiled, "I hope you do find your Natalie, you deserve it."

[theeblackthorne]

📸 - our muses take some pride selfies together @immcrtalsx (Erik)

Although she was still a little paranoid about how well things have been going, Azlee decided to show her face at the pride festival this year. Just leaving the bar stall with Erik, they stumble upon a photobooth. “Oh, we have to do it.”

[theeblackthorne]

Azlee arched a brow, stepping aside to let him in. “Your favorite older sister? Now, that’s a dangerously exclusive title. I’ll try not to let it go to my head.” She smirked, closing the door behind him. With a graceful flick of her wrist, she gestured toward the slightly wilted pumpkins still perched outside. “Besides, decomposition is just nature’s way of storytelling; drama, transformation, a little bit of tragedy. You should appreciate that, Erik. Maybe I’m just letting the gourds live out their final act.” She walked toward the living room, settling onto the couch like she owned the world. “But I’m guessing this visit isn’t just to admire my seasonal laziness. What’s on your mind?”

"Ah yes, the story of decomposition," Erik retorted with a chuckle, "That one seems more likely but also a little unlike you," he stated as he walked into the house, "Just a visit to my favourite older sister. Is that alright?"