Talk:Lilim/@comment-28718853-20160615162012/@comment-5426290-20160621093012

Me being still a young boy, I rub my eyes sleepily while righting my pajama's. I look between either of them and walk to my mother. I instinctively hug her, with my face cushioned in her bosom. (=w=)

Mother: "See? He wants to be a good king, to treat monsters as equals and to cherish the love between human and man."

I sleepily look up at her and with a drowsy mumble ask. "See what? What's going on?"

My father gives out a frustrated grunt. "We are talking about what you will do. As a king you cannot show weakness. Never shed tears and never bow to anyone. If people fear you, they won't oppress you."

Mother looks down at my sleepy face and with a pout hugs me tighter into her glorious flesh-pillows. "Dear, maybe he's still too young for us to decide this."

Father looks my lazy sleek form over. "Maybe you're right, he is still lacking in anything resembling muscle."