❀ oo5:: Maternal love.

[thornsofoglogoth]

Good morning, all. I do believe I've just experienced karmic retribution.
Consider this a thinly veiled tribute and public service announcement: my darling mother is, in fact, somewhere in the vicinity of this castle.

I woke up to several My Little Unicorn dolls and three wizened statues of Albus Dumbledore hobnobbing on my bedside table - as well as two bottles of Old Ogden's Firewhisky which I have surrendered to the appropriate authorities.

Mother, come out, come out, wherever you are. I haven't quite thanked you properly for the gifts and veritable flood of letters I experience every weekend. May we shower each other with familial gestures of kindness all day and may I revel in your maternal charms this fine mothering Sunday.

Everyone, meet my mother, whom I love unconditionally.

Someone, anyone, please kill me now.

Comments

[thornsofoglogoth]

My housemates are likely preoccupied with their own parental figures.

Are you sure I cannot accompany you in your wanderings today?

[martiniology]

Hm, thats true. Perhaps we can go on a walk then and you can tell me everything, as the letters I send you keep getting lost in the mail.

[thornsofoglogoth]

I do often wonder what the owls get up to in transit.

[martiniology]

Perhaps it confused you with someone else and has given the letters to a Rose in an alternate universe. I should look into getting a new one, then.

[thornsofoglogoth]

Ha... ha ha. Maybe that's what happened, then - or perhaps it was just a little careless?

I've become quite attached to our little owlkin, it wouldn't do to have him so quickly replaced.

[martiniology]

Well if that's so I'll have to reconsider. I'll look into owl whisperers, or something similar instead.