07-30-2018, 07:46 PM

The warmth was dream-like; but so, too, was everything about them.
Brother and sister, mother and mother: the individuals who would come to form his very being. He'd heard their voices upon so many occasions, and their bodies were almost his own. The grace of their unity created a calm demeanor in the unborn son, stilling his growing legs to the gratefulness of his mother. Warlight often dictated the arrangement of their sacs, and Sviko - he squirmed with the business of any youngest brother.
But Rhaegor; he sat in stillness, content to be closer to those he loved than he ever would be again in his life.
And that life...
It began now.
---
The coolness hit him abruptly, shattering perhaps for the first time his stoicism. An audio flutter of breath clears his nostrils of snot and debris, but no other sound accompanied his birth. Instead, he felt himself gently moved aside as the third impatiently kicked and turned in his angst to be with his siblings again; looking up, the golden son saw the face of his sire.
A smile widens his lip in unequivocal joy; none could argue the fact of his expression in that moment. Mother; Mother; Sister; and, turning, he watched with one nutmeg eye and one cerulean, to watch the moment of the last individual's arrival:
Brother.
Brother and sister, mother and mother: the individuals who would come to form his very being. He'd heard their voices upon so many occasions, and their bodies were almost his own. The grace of their unity created a calm demeanor in the unborn son, stilling his growing legs to the gratefulness of his mother. Warlight often dictated the arrangement of their sacs, and Sviko - he squirmed with the business of any youngest brother.
But Rhaegor; he sat in stillness, content to be closer to those he loved than he ever would be again in his life.
And that life...
It began now.
---
The coolness hit him abruptly, shattering perhaps for the first time his stoicism. An audio flutter of breath clears his nostrils of snot and debris, but no other sound accompanied his birth. Instead, he felt himself gently moved aside as the third impatiently kicked and turned in his angst to be with his siblings again; looking up, the golden son saw the face of his sire.
A smile widens his lip in unequivocal joy; none could argue the fact of his expression in that moment. Mother; Mother; Sister; and, turning, he watched with one nutmeg eye and one cerulean, to watch the moment of the last individual's arrival:
Brother.
Rhaegor
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