This is the Laos Legacy feed. Currently working on generation 3! Also, you can read the whole story here: https://thelaoslegacy.tumblr.com/ BlueskyFeedCreator.com
Feed on BlueskyFeeds Stats
- 💙 Liked by 56 users
- 📅 Updated 1 day ago
- ⚙️ Provider blueskyfeedcreator.com
- 📈 In the last 30 days, there were 14 posts about this feed. These posts got a total of 290 likes and had 20 reposts.
The Laos Legacy Likes over time
Like count prediction
The feed The Laos Legacy gains approximately 2 likes per month.
Feed Preview for The Laos Legacy
Harper takes a step closer, her voice softer now, gentler. “Try, Alden. Please. Just… try.”
He meets her eyes, and something in his expression softens, just a little. The storm hasn’t passed, but the winds are quieting.
“Yeah,” he says, nodding slowly. “I will.”
1
2
31
“I don’t know how to come back from this,” Alden admits. “I messed up with Selene. I know I did.”
“Then talk to her,” Harper says gently.
He lets out a tired breath. “She doesn’t want to hear it. And honestly? I don’t blame her.”
“You two are so alike, you know that?”
1
2
31
“And it’s not fair,” she goes on. “It’s not fair that Selene and Rowan feel like they have to hide parts of their lives from us. It’s not fair that Cedric’s afraid we’re falling apart. Somewhere along the way, we made this house a place where they can’t be honest without being punished for it.”
0
0
28
“We both screwed up,” Harper says finally, her voice soft but firm. “We were so focused on Raven… on keeping her safe, keeping her from falling apart, that we forgot something important.”
She pauses, just long enough for it to land.
“We forgot about Rowan, Selene and Cedric.”
2
1
31
He looks at her, eyes tired. “I can’t seem to find the right words. Not with you. Not with the kids. It’s like everything I say just makes things worse.”
“You need to take all that concern, and turn it into something that doesn’t look like rage.”
2
1
30
“We’ve been fighting,” Harper says, her voice quiet, stripped of heat. “And we never fight. Not like this. And I don’t like fighting with you.”
“You think I enjoy it?”
“Alden…”
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Red. I really am. I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately.”
0
0
29
A long, weary sigh slips from Alden’s throat. “Cedric thinks we’re getting a divorce.”
Harper goes still, the weight of his words sinking fast.
“What?”
“Have we really been fighting that loud?” he murmurs. “Loud enough for him to think it’s all falling apart?”
0
0
29
When she moves into the kitchen, the weight of her thoughts trailing behind her like smoke, she hears it, the soft, familiar creak of the floorboards.
“Hey. Can we talk?”
“That depends. Is this going to be an actual conversation, or just another round of you losing your temper?”
0
1
31
Harper stands still, her eyes fixed on the cake in front of her. She should feel proud. She should feel excited. This is his birthday, a day that should be filled with joy, with laughter, with lightness. But none of that reaches her.
0
1
30
Cedric peers up at him. “You’ll talk to Mom, too?”
Alden lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Wow. You’re really going for the full family reunion, huh?”
Cedric shrugs. “Well, it’s my birthday dad.”
2
2
32
Cedric nods, trying not to smile. “Way too much.”
There’s a pause, softer now.
“Are Selene and Rowan coming later?” Cedric asks.
“They’ll be there.”
“Even if things are weird with you guys?”
Alden opens his mouth, but the words don’t come right away. “I’ll talk to them.”
0
1
29
“Do you promise?” Cedric asks, like he’s still not sure he believes any of it.
“Absolutely,” he says without missing a beat. “I swear on everything that matters. Your mom means the world to me. Nothing’s changing that.”
Cedric makes a face. “That’s a little intense.”
“Too much?”
1
0
30
Alden sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “Because we’re human, bud. And sometimes when people love each other a lot, they care too much… and it comes out messy. But that doesn’t mean we don’t love you, or each other. It just means we’ve got some stuff to work through. That’s all.”
0
0
30
“Hey. Your mom and I are not getting a divorce,” he says firmly, making sure Cedric hears every word. “We’re upset, yeah. But we’re not going anywhere, okay?”
Cedric sniffles, his voice small. “Then why is everyone yelling?”
2
0
30
Alden freezes for a second, the weight of the question knocking the air right out of his chest.
“Whoa, hey. Where did that come from?”
Cedric shrugs. “I heard you and Mom yelling last night,” he murmurs. “And this morning. And… everyone’s mad.”
2
1
36
Alden’s smile falters just a little. “What?” he asks, trying to keep it light. “Why not? What happened?”
Cedric finally lifts his eyes, big, unsure, and far too serious for a kid his age.
“Are you and Mom getting a divorce?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
2
0
31
“Hey, bud,” Alden says gently as he steps into Cedric’s room “What are you doing in here all by yourself? Mom’s in the kitchen making your birthday cake.”
“I don’t feel like celebrating,” he mumbles.
7
2
36
Bryanna shakes her head, the disappointment clear in her face. “No, you just made the choices that got you there. And honestly? That’s the same thing to me.”
“Bryanna, come on, this isn’t fair!” she blurts.
Without a glance back, Bryanna walks away, leaving Selene alone.
9
1
37
“You’re what?” she repeats, but this time her voice isn’t sympathetic. “You’re quitting?”
Selene shifts her weight uncomfortably. “It’s not like I have a choice. My dad—”
“Oh, come on, Selene. This is you. Giving up because it’s easier than dealing with the mess.”
1
0
30
There’s someone else just as disinterested in Career Day as Rowan, if not more, and that’s Selene.
While the rest of the school is trapped in the auditorium listening to speeches about futures they haven’t chosen, she’s outside, tucked into a quiet corner near the bleachers with Bryanna.
0
0
31
“He plays football,” Sybil repeats mockingly, shooting a glance at Ingrid.
Ingrid laughs, eyes lighting up as she looks at Sybil, a little too long, a little too soft .
“We should do something,” she blurts out suddenly, the words tumbling from her mouth faster than she means to. “The three of us.”
2
0
31
“Did they explain anything even remotely interesting?” Sybil asks, turning her attention to Ingrid.
Ingrid shakes her head. “Not really, no. Unless you’re dying to hear about plumbing or real estate.”
“No one from tech?”
“Of course not,” Ingrid mutters.
1
1
32
“Yeah, sure. That sparkling personality of yours.”
“Wow. Rude. Care to explain what that’s supposed to mean?”
“Hey, guys,” Ingrid calls before Rowan can open his mouth to answer.
Sybil leans back. “Perfect timing. Rowan was about to dig himself into a hole.”
Rowan chuckles under his breath.
0
1
32