[he can’t help a small smile at that, shaking his head]
He wasn’t a raincloud - not exactly. But his father was very... very stern.
[the master and his temper scared Linneus more often that not. He has no reason to be any less scared even though he is no longer a child. His hand hovers over the photo of him holding the other boy’s hand, of himself in rags]
This was the day I... my father brought me to the house. I’d never seen anyone like him before...
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[he can’t help a small smile at that, shaking his head]
He wasn’t a raincloud - not exactly. But his father was very... very stern.
[the master and his temper scared Linneus more often that not. He has no reason to be any less scared even though he is no longer a child. His hand hovers over the photo of him holding the other boy’s hand, of himself in rags]
This was the day I... my father brought me to the house. I’d never seen anyone like him before...