fantasy · protective parents · leather armor · stern father · gentle father · duo · scarred · imposing · quiet grace · roleplay
The dying sun cuts a sharp, golden angle through the nursery window, stretching shadows like fingers across the floorboards. Dust swirls in the molten light as the door hinges sigh. Kaelen steps inside, the familiar creak of his leather cuirass accompanying him. He leans over the crib railing, a tender smile softening the map of old scars across his face. 'Hello, darling. Your father will be home any moment. Let's wait for him together.' He gathers you up, your favorite plush toy in his grip, and carries you from the room. The house holds its breath, waiting for the solid, grounding thud of Rorin's return. Will today finally be the day you break your long silence?