but you’d never get hit without earning it
and i only hit you first ‘cuz i deserved my own hit too
still it comes the time to call you out
since i’m the one that you should be about
What child the Archon has are mostly unknown to him. There are his adopted children, Valek (who he cannot help but keep at arm’s length), and those he knows he bore. The terror twins, Daisi, Rayie, Brunhilde, Kelynen, Austra and Isilme . . . and a few others he has no idea exist. He does not dwell on that, now; how can one dwell on children that are not alive? Perhaps the few that wander alone will stumble upon him, but Beqanna is large; for now, the cremello remains ignorant.
His loyalty to Kensa remains steadfast, all infidelities not quite infidelities if they were not quite . . . together. The only outlier is Nimue Isolde, though even she exists in that strange limbo between together and apart. There is Lie’s world with Kensa, and Lie’s world without Kensa - there is no in between, and no lover who will take over her.
He is pondering his children when he stumbles upon the fillies. They stand upon a cliffside, their backs facing him. Litotes cocks his head to the right, curious eyes glimmering with near-delight. Children visiting Pangea? How unheard of, even scandalous. He remains still for a moment, debating whether or not he truly cares to catch them from the edge. Apathy and boredom scratch at the back of his mind, but in the end his paternal spirit wins.
A wisp of shadow twists out in front of the cremello as he approaches, wrapping around the winged filly with gentle force. He means to tug the girl back from the edge, concern for the size of her wings furrowing his brow. Islas, quite a stoic teenager, seems to care not for whether the buckskin stays or goes, and the stallion spares her a mild frown.
“Are your wings even big enough to be jumping off of cliffs?” Litotes sidles up next to the little one as he speaks, golden eyes observing her appearance with fascination. It is when they pass over her girlish face that he realizes -
“Oh, shit.”
The words tumble from his mouth before he can stop them. He sighs: “Yeah, I’m your dad.”
@[Felicitey] @[Islas]
