11-06-2018, 11:42 PM
Dov lied through his teeth, saying he was just tired, and she kept slowly cleaning the blood off his skin and his armor, not bothering to disagree. Defy at least seemed to believe him, curling a little closer and fitting himself just right against their chests like of course Daddy was telling the truth. He was so adorably naive still, sass and stubbornness mixed with this wide-eyed innocence she hoped he’d hold onto longer than she’d managed to.
Her sweet boy.
She gave him a nuzzle and licked his forelock with a soft smile, doing her best to tame its unruly spike, and then went back to taking care of his daddy. Who stopped fussing when she told him to, bringing the tiniest, crooked little grin to one corner of her mouth. If he wasn’t careful, she’d think he liked it when she bossed him around. Might have to get in the habit of it. Not that he’d let her.
The thought was enough to fade the smile off her lips, but she just kept on tending to his wounds and cleaning old blood from his skin. Defy tilted his head, looking up at her, and then started to do the same, fussing over his daddy just like she was. “Yeah,” he echoed her. “We’ve got you, Daddy. You can sleep if you gotta, I’ll watch over you.”
Defy at least didn’t bother to answer his last little protest, just kept licking him, even licking the tear off his cheek. Diz on the other hand brought her lips up to his ear and crooned, “make me,” snapping her teeth shut on the air in a satisfying little click before going back to grooming his neck. He should know better by now. Maybe she’d have to remind him.
Her sweet boy.
She gave him a nuzzle and licked his forelock with a soft smile, doing her best to tame its unruly spike, and then went back to taking care of his daddy. Who stopped fussing when she told him to, bringing the tiniest, crooked little grin to one corner of her mouth. If he wasn’t careful, she’d think he liked it when she bossed him around. Might have to get in the habit of it. Not that he’d let her.
The thought was enough to fade the smile off her lips, but she just kept on tending to his wounds and cleaning old blood from his skin. Defy tilted his head, looking up at her, and then started to do the same, fussing over his daddy just like she was. “Yeah,” he echoed her. “We’ve got you, Daddy. You can sleep if you gotta, I’ll watch over you.”
Defy at least didn’t bother to answer his last little protest, just kept licking him, even licking the tear off his cheek. Diz on the other hand brought her lips up to his ear and crooned, “make me,” snapping her teeth shut on the air in a satisfying little click before going back to grooming his neck. He should know better by now. Maybe she’d have to remind him.