little hands wrapped around my fingers [MEETING]

[church grim .]

✲  Miguel was surly not fond of little ones, as they only reminded him of his brothers and sisters that have since been born. He watched the young girl, but pulled his attention away to look at any of the oncoming people. He nodded his head to Ves, who came into the room and sat down, looking exhausted. There was once a time that Miguel felt the same, but after a few weeks of good, well-needed rest, he was off to the figurative races once more.
✲  It was like he was always there, in the shadows, watching. Waiting.