PapaDrag0n

In the middle of the night, Lance would have given anything for complete and utter silence. It was something that – throughout his nineteen years of living – he never had.   At home, someone was always awake; whether it be his younger siblings up past their bedtime – hushed giggles and ‘shushing’ whispers when their mamá came to check up on them –, his older sister sneaking out through the window and passing by on the roof to tell him and his brother to cover for her, his brother’s house-shaking snoring coming from the bed against the other wall across the room. Even at the Garrison; the guard p