He sat beside his sleeping son, gazing down at the soft, golden pelt that neither he nor the fawn's mother possessed. Guilt churned his stomach, a swarm of flies, buzzing and nipping at him, persistent. Amicus thought of his family, both families, the double-life he'd decided to lead, the lie. How many times had he invented stories to tell his wife and son, stories about his travels and adventures, when in reality he was wandering the earth with another doe, and another son?
The golden fawn stirred and nuzzled into his father's fur, content, oblivious, and Amicus felt his heart wrench. He loved Rutilus. He loved Enya. He loved Apollo, and he loved Lyra. There would come a day where he would have to choose between them, but how?
Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem
Lying to himself 'cause his liqueur's top shelf
It's alarming honestly how charming he can be
Fooling everyone, telling them he's having fun]
In which Dannii continues to spam the Fanart section with shitty edits of Moss' lineart.
Apollo. Slightly younger than Rutilus, slightly older than Taliene. He takes after his father a whole lot, as you can see. Not much in common with his mother at all, in fact, except he has two different sets.
He also has the neck marking Rut has, which for Rut came from Enya, and for Apollo came from...I dunno |8
So it is fitting for today.
