- Exeunt -

“Do you not trust me, Dad?”He stood. Awaiting for his father to deny it. Wanting his father to deny it. Quirin opened his mouth to retort. And he quickly shut it. The lingering taste of dinner turned bitter on his tongue, making him realise he had nothing to say. The gentle hush of moonlight carried their gazes. The moon peeked into the house and flared through the chipped and blemished glass.Varian gave a sullen chuckle that felt like a scrape in his throat. In one smooth motion, the boy hastily turned on his heels. Stepping away from the haunting, bleak eyes of his father. The scorched floorboards felt like a kindling burn against the boy's boots. Each step was a feigned flame. Now, the frail boy's face was pale, stricken with grief and shame, as the blooming stoney vines wrappedthemselves around his father. //Another Moon Varian story :DAfter his Father was encased in the amber, Varian was imprisoned in a dungeon. Trapped with sorrow and vendetta against the Princess. Before the boy could find himself at fault for his Father's death and forgive Rapunzel, he finds himself with the power and eloquence of the moonstone opal. Tit for tat, amiright?