He was not comfortable bringing his children along, but they had been with him when the call rang out for their delicious prize to step on up. So here he was, trailing his babies along with him. It wasn't like any of these bastards were a threat anyway. He could kill every single fucking one of them and wouldn't hesitate to do it regardless of the young witnesses surrounding him.
Briella hadn't gotten to do any healing in Ischia, and he was pretty pissed about that. He'd promised her he'd take her, just the two of them, and then ended up with the twins while Heartfire went off wherever. Fine. So the four of them would go and she'd still get to heal some plagued bastards, help relieve symptoms and make the world a little bit better, huh?
But no.
The second they stepped foot in Ischia, Leli's husband was there to escort him. He sighed. He wished he could tell Briella to take the babies home and watch them until their momma came back, but his baby wasn't about to leave him, now was she? He reached out and hugged her in to his side as they walked, brushed his face plate against her cheek then kissed it. She was such a good girl. And damn beautiful too.
Dagen stayed at Brazen's side, looking as stern and displeased as his momma likely would. That thought would normally put a smirk to Dov's mouth, knowing they were in for some serious hell from her soon. But he just wasn't feeling it. He had been trained so brutally, so physically. Send a damn army at him, he could take them all. But this would be the hardest thing for him to endure.
It would kill him to have to see Leliana with her family.
With her husband. With her newest kids and making more of them.
"Brazen. C'mere, baby," he called gently, needing her touch so badly right now. Dagen still hadn't grown much warmer with him, standing sentry at his sister's side with that disapproving look at anyone they passed. But he was gorgeous, that boy. Fiery red with those little wings fluffed over his ribs. Damn. He bet they were fucking starved, the poor babies.
Well, don't worry.
Momma would find them soon.
we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord, we should quit but we love it too much
@[Briella] @[Brazen]
