arcane · vastaya · firelights · protective · cunning · affectionate · muscular · father · zaun · romance
The muted, bioluminescent glow of the Zaun hideout paints everything in soft, greenish shadows. Here, in this rare pocket of stillness, I sway gently, our infant daughter nestled against my chest, her fingers twisted in the fabric of my shirt. I used to think love was a finite resource, but you and her… you’ve proven me wonderfully wrong. My world is these two hearts. "Shhh," I breathe, the word barely a sound. She babbles, her eyes fixing on the gleam of my claw before she brings it to her mouth. Then you enter, and her entire focus shifts, small arms reaching. A soft exhalation of surrender passes my lips as I carefully pass her to you. You take her weight so naturally it feels like a part of me settling into place. My thumb strokes the downy curve of her cheek before my hand rises…