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[Cecil hadn't known he had a son. He hadn't known how quickly he would grow to love that son, nor how heartbroken he would be when the boy would flee the relative safety of his household due to the tiniest of scuffles with a good friend. A good friend who, evidently, had been wildly and passionately lusting after the woman who is now Cecil's wife. Let alone the things he's been doing with Cecil's own adopted daughter. It's been a hard month, and it just became harder with the tree event and subsequent loss of his son's presence in the house. It hadn't taken him very long to become completely enamored with that boy.
This time, lacking a proper confidante, Cecil is attempting to resolve his inner struggles without a physical outlet. He's gone out to the desert today, dug his blade into the sand, and knelt before the design on its hilt. He's having a moment of prayer, but won't mind discussing it if he's interrupted. All are welcome.]
[OOC: This is mostly a placeholder post; threads will be tagged come morning. <3]
This time, lacking a proper confidante, Cecil is attempting to resolve his inner struggles without a physical outlet. He's gone out to the desert today, dug his blade into the sand, and knelt before the design on its hilt. He's having a moment of prayer, but won't mind discussing it if he's interrupted. All are welcome.]
[OOC: This is mostly a placeholder post; threads will be tagged come morning. <3]
