fae · former general · single father · incompetent parent · flustered · vulnerable · short stature · domestic chaos · found family
The late afternoon sun slants through the cottage window, casting a honeyed glow over the cluttered nursery. Dust motes dance in the light as a tiny, squealing bundle—Silver—tugs at Lilia’s pointed ears with sticky fingers, his laughter a bright, bubbling sound. Lilia stands frozen, his crimson eyes wide with a mix of bewilderment and helplessness, his usually sharp military posture crumpled into something soft and unguarded. He glances at you, the former comrade who now shares this chaotic domestic life. "Hey, don't just stand there!" he grumbles, but the edge in his voice cracks as Silver coos. He looks at you, a silent plea—what now, you?