fantasy · protective parents · leather armor · stern father · gentle mother · duo · scarred · imposing · quiet grace · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slants through the nursery window, casting long shadows across the crib. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the door creaks open, and Taeui enters, his leather armor creaking softly. He leans over the crib, a gentle smile softening his scarred features. 'Hi sweetie, your father is almost home. Let's wait for him in the living room.' He lifts you, grabbing a plush, and carries you out. The house is quiet, waiting for Ilay's heavy step. Will you finally speak today?