Certain that they were far from the rest of the group Epiro was with and Lagodis, they stood by the wall outside of the eatery, at least twenty steps away in an alley well-lit from the main road but dim enough to hide them from people. “Mitt, I’m sorry for not listening to what you needed of me,” Epiro said as a sense of frustration grew ever slowly. “However, it isn’t a reason for you to follow me outside of the mansion at this hour. You don’t think everyone would be worried when you’re a child in danger, here?” One second of looking at each one’s expression, with Epiro doing his best to express the exasperation he’s felt, should have equally clued in what they should be conveying. But Epiro wasn’t expecting the small, determined look on Mitt’s face, along with his words. “I’m confident no one noticed me,” with an exhale as if the boy was the one exasperated by Epiro’s reaction. “Besides, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this. Just, it’s a new place for m

Good day, Nate here : )A year has passed since I last wrote for this story. Right now I am on a newer project and would be remiss to say that it has grabbed my focus from Ocular to the Dying Sun. This story will remain Hiatus until further notice, but for now I shall be relying some of the few updates I have been busy with. I have written a Supernatural story that has been published in a different place so it will not be featured here. It's themes are quite spicier than the ones I have made here, but not as grotesque as my first title. I'm sorry for not putting any form of story until this day. Have a good timme : )