Visiting Vycter

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He nods, but pauses. “…there’s something else I want to do, first though.”

She tilts her head, curiosity readable on her face. “What’s that love?”

“I want to show you were I grew up, after my parents adopted me.” he says quietly. “The house where we lived, and the fields around it. We weren’t farmers, but we owned a bit of land. We still own it now, really… but, my parents travel.”