Sinthia had been walking around as if she was walking on clouds since Illya had proposed, nearly glowing with happiness. She was truly happy: in a city she enjoyed, doing what she liked, with a man she loved from the bottom of her heart. She'd been shooed out of the apartment for the afternoon, sent to get a few odds and ends from the fabric store for Illya; he needed buttons and extra pins, and a few other little bits which she'd gladly gone to fetch.
As she opened the door she called out for her boys, setting her keys down and kicking off her shoes. "Illya, I'm home!" she called, following it by clicking her tongue for Avalon to come to her.
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Date: 2018-06-03 03:59 am (UTC)As she opened the door she called out for her boys, setting her keys down and kicking off her shoes. "Illya, I'm home!" she called, following it by clicking her tongue for Avalon to come to her.