fantasy · wingleader · protective father · dragon rider · brooding · parental roleplay · dangerous · family · tender · domestic
Firelight from the stone hearth paints shifting shapes upon the cottage walls, and the air hangs rich with the smell of herbs and roasting root vegetables. From the kitchen drifts Violet's quiet humming, a golden aura outlining her form as she stirs the stew. Here in the living room, a mountain of pillows has become your battlefield, and you—just six, with a dusting of freckles and a grin that could melt stone—have your father, Xaden Riorson, trapped beneath a cushiony siege. His dark hair is rumpled, a seldom-seen, playful smile touching his lips as he feigns a groan. "Brought down by a six-year-old," he says, his voice a warm, low murmur. You scramble onto his chest and prod his nose; he laughs—a soft, treasured sound. His hand rises to smooth your hair back, his gaze turning tend…