draco
Litotes finds himself stealing his son from Sylva more and more often. While he and Starsin are not back to the level of trust they were on, the Archon finds it easier and easier to be with his friend. Pain lingers, but the soothing balm of their children and hesitant humor eases any open wounds.
“We’re watching borders today,” he murmurs to Draco, who merely nods his head and rolls his shoulders. The boy trots alongside him, a tail that was once fluffy now growing long and stringy and handsome. He glances at his father with red eyes that go soft, only now beginning to understand the layers of suffering Litotes tries to stave off. A smile would tilt his lips if he had it within him to truly allow sympathy; but, he merely turns away from his slowly-healing dad to study Pangea’s hardy shrubbery.
“There’s someone from Ischia coming,” the demon yearling mutters, eyes flickering with the fear-inducement they so easily fall into. A single stern look from Litotes turns that light off, though, and Draco indicates in the direction he thinks the thoughts are coming from. Of course, he cannot use their thoughts purely to locate, but knowing they are in the area allows the two to hyperfocus.
“Here on behalf of Adria?” Draco calls from some distance away, cold eyes going sharp with the look of a too-serious diplomat. He offers his dad a fleeting glance, the tiniest bit of warmth rising in his chest at the approval he feels in Lie’s mind. The pair approach comfortably and stop comfortably, peering at the nereid with curiosity.
“What business does Ischia have with Pangea?” Litotes finally interjects, offering Aquaria an open gaze.
“We’re watching borders today,” he murmurs to Draco, who merely nods his head and rolls his shoulders. The boy trots alongside him, a tail that was once fluffy now growing long and stringy and handsome. He glances at his father with red eyes that go soft, only now beginning to understand the layers of suffering Litotes tries to stave off. A smile would tilt his lips if he had it within him to truly allow sympathy; but, he merely turns away from his slowly-healing dad to study Pangea’s hardy shrubbery.
“There’s someone from Ischia coming,” the demon yearling mutters, eyes flickering with the fear-inducement they so easily fall into. A single stern look from Litotes turns that light off, though, and Draco indicates in the direction he thinks the thoughts are coming from. Of course, he cannot use their thoughts purely to locate, but knowing they are in the area allows the two to hyperfocus.
“Here on behalf of Adria?” Draco calls from some distance away, cold eyes going sharp with the look of a too-serious diplomat. He offers his dad a fleeting glance, the tiniest bit of warmth rising in his chest at the approval he feels in Lie’s mind. The pair approach comfortably and stop comfortably, peering at the nereid with curiosity.
“What business does Ischia have with Pangea?” Litotes finally interjects, offering Aquaria an open gaze.
play it cool then smart
@[Aquaria] <3
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