Photographic Memories.

adamantbull:

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    _{Averting her dark oculars at the lion’s reaction to the photo album, it seemed that he was not pleased to find such a precious gem. However, she understood the reason why. He didn’t have the best childhood in the world   an abusive father who locked him up inside? How could you be happy in a situation like that? A sigh left her lips before receiving the album. Even if these pictures did leave horrible memories, at least he had something. The bull could not even go back to where she came from to get those documents. All she could remember was the flames evolving in front of nine year old’s eyes and cries of help.}

_{Shivers bolted out of her physique when the vivid memory came across her mind. Shaking those bottling thoughts out, she formed a lenient smile to give him some form a comfort. After all, these pictures were worth something in the future. Maybe possibly for their future kids to see what their father looked like in the past. “Lance…” An arm raveled around the photo album then a hand placing on his shoulder. “I think you should keep these. At least you have pictures of yourself when you were younger.”}

_{Grumbling to himself, he felt an hand place itself onto his shoulder. Adverting gaze to the bull, the anger left golden hues as they softened at the constellation. That was right, Tabitha didn’t have any pictures of herself from her childhood. Still, who wanted photographs of fake smiles and not fun times? Despite being stubborn about it, the bull did have a point. A sigh left lips, before shaking head.}

_{“Fine, but that doesn’t mean I have to look at them."  Frowning, hands inserted themselves into pockets. Even though he was an adorable handsome young kid in the day, hell he still was. The lion didn’t like to see himself with a fake smile, bad memories and experiences to return. That wasn’t really a positive thing to look back on, well. Maybe some photo’s had positiveness in them. "I guess i’ll keep them..”}