Gortash is pacing the room, conceptualizing aloud. "Of course," he muses with a gesture to her, "with the blessing of your father--"
"Divine Father," she interrupts.
Gortash comes to a halt as he rolls his eyes, "Why do you always insist on that? I have assured you I do not question Bhaal's divinity."
She blinks. Nimble fingers glide across a lyre. The crackling warmth next to her sets the small room aglow. A man's melodic voice, melting sweetly like a caress into the night. He smiles. His hands come to a halt as he leans over in his chair to tap a finger against her nose. She smiles. This song is for you, Lyra.
Bro when I saw this audio I was like ‘omg someone needs to do this with Connie and toby’ But then I was like oh I’m an artist and did it myself it’s kind of rushed and I didn’t use any references THATS why toby looks weird in one picture but yeahhhhh it’s fine
idk the context to this maybe it’s someone called CPS on them and now toby is out in a Forster home or something (if you didn’t already notice it’s toby around 16-17) or just him going to juvenile or the psych ward lol