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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Oh, these little eyes || Scorch, Drustan, Any
    #8

    WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

    And in a heartbeat, their family felt almost complete. A breath she hadn't known she'd been holding released upon Hestoni's unexpected arrival to the birth, leaving Scorch leaning into him for support and to admire the beautiful process as a unit. It's the first time they get to watch something like this; of course, when it had been Scorch in the throes of labour, he'd never once been absent (except for darling Rain - but that situation in and of itself was extra-ordinary). She tears up at the thought, moving to press her nose to her red titan; they'd tried for another child last autumn, but it hadn't stuck. They'd never been unsuccessful before - but she supposed that it meant little.

    Pushing the sadness of that fact aside, the queen concentrated on her daughter and her grandson.

    Vi was proud, proven by her upright posture and the way she allowed her son full exposure to his grandparents. Doubly so, Scorch was proud too; she'd been a grand mother for decades now, but never like this. Noori and Kaida were cool and offhand with her; and it was different with Shahrizai and Ilka, since Ilka was their daughter in law whom they didn't know very well. And Ea - well, she'd always been reserved to begin with, but the real problem had been that she lived across the continent, in the Dale, birthing royal children left and right.

    Like mother like daughter, hey Ea?
    Shut up mom.
    I looove yoooou.
    Focus on your alive daughter you big freak. I love you too.


    Smiling as tears threatened to fall, Scorch perked her ears to catch Hestoni's deep, masculine rumble of affection and love. No matter where Drustan went or who he became, he would always be able to rely on his grandfather as a source of wisdom and guidance, especially in the realm of all things male. Being the best house-husband in the whole land didn't make her lover any less of a man - in fact, she admired his masculine charm all the more for his willingness to be everything she needed. And in return, she was his - their dynamic hadn't changed since their returns from the dead. They were stable; reliable; and they would be for their newest grandson, too.

    Feeling overwhelmed by happiness and warmth, the mutilated mare reached and pressed her nose fondly to Vi's neck as the new mother spoke loving words to her son. And in the wake of those powerful words, Scorch found that there was nothing to say; they needed only to bask in the perfection of this moment, for once in their lives allowed to be at peace.

    Scorch

    Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle



    @[Vi] @[Drustan] @[Hestoni] I wrapped it up <3
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    RE: Oh, these little eyes || Scorch, Drustan, Any - by Scorch - 05-25-2018, 01:24 PM



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