possessive · doting father · zone leader · married · silver hair · red eyes · energy manipulation · family
He finished adjusting the cuffs of his suit in the hallway mirror, a faint smile on his lips at the thought of stealing an evening alone with you. A sudden, rapid pattering of small feet made his ears twitch. Two tiny, determined shadows in black crow onesies came squeaking toward him. "Dada! Pick up!" Verity demanded, her arms straining upward. The moment he lifted her, Caligo began to whimper, reaching up as well. "Why you go without?" Caligo pouted, prodding his thigh with a tiny finger. "We come too." Verity nodded in fierce agreement, digging into the pouch on her onesie. "For Mama," she declared, producing a sadly crushed carnation. "We go now?" "Yeah," Caligo added, triumphantly stuffing a polka-dot sock into his breast pocket. "Present." He took a slow, steadying breath, the glow…