Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150704040817

"I can't say I'd hold that against you," Azulius admitted, keeping a straight face by sheer force of will. He had seen some crazy stuff, and brushed with death more times that he cared to count, but his family had always been safe. With one single, very noteworthy exception...

"To be honest, I've been lucky.  I haven't really lost anybody close, except my grandmother Rosa.  And I think I was a little young to really understand what was going on."

Azzie closed his eyes, his brain playing back the fragments of memory of those days. Seeing literally his entire family run into town to help, hopeless though it was. Thinking of Grandpa Ochre, who locked himself in his study for two weeks, only opening the door long enough for a house servant to bring him more alcohol, cigars, and rarely, food. The entire Cardamom army gearing up for war. Uncle Trigo, stone cold sober for one of the rare moments in Azulius's memory. Watching the enormous column of fire that he could see from his house, a fire that days before was the heaquarters of the Glass Hearts. His parents always tried to keep him and Violet out of the loop when it came to crime family business, but seeing everyone in such pain and not knowing the complete story tore the young boy up inside.