10-18-2020, 03:18 AM
so make your siren's call and sing all you want, I will not hear what you have to say --
He resists the urge to reach over and brush the fresh tears from Sabbath’s face, for he already knows that he is pushing the limits of what she will tolerate from him. Instead, he follows alongside her in silence, his brow knitting into a frown when she says that not even Leliana is sure what’s wrong with Crowns. He supposes if he is not getting worse, that is a good enough sign, but it is not altogether reassuring.
As they draw nearer to the den, his chest begins to tighten, afraid of what he is about to see. When his gaze settles on Crowns – appearing so small in sickness – he is at once relieved and devastated. His jaw clenches to ward off the sudden rush of emotion that he can feel rising in his throat, and he lowers his head to draw his son into his chest.
His frosted scales almost immediately melt against the boy’s fevered body, and he presses a cool touch to his forehead. “How long have you been sick?” He says quietly into the top Crowns’s head and then drags his nose down the length of his neck, trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle that he has. He has never minded the powers that he had been born with, but at this moment, they feel utterly useless.
He would rather be able to heal than hypnotize.
He wishes he had been born with an ounce of something that would help his son, rather than the kelpie trickery he was granted.
His eyes lift to catch Sabbath’s, already knowing that hers will mirror the same worry that reflects from his. Yet even despite it, his lips turn into a subtle smile. He still knew that Sabbath could have raised their son without him, and it was only by her blessing that he was allowed here at all.
As they draw nearer to the den, his chest begins to tighten, afraid of what he is about to see. When his gaze settles on Crowns – appearing so small in sickness – he is at once relieved and devastated. His jaw clenches to ward off the sudden rush of emotion that he can feel rising in his throat, and he lowers his head to draw his son into his chest.
His frosted scales almost immediately melt against the boy’s fevered body, and he presses a cool touch to his forehead. “How long have you been sick?” He says quietly into the top Crowns’s head and then drags his nose down the length of his neck, trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle that he has. He has never minded the powers that he had been born with, but at this moment, they feel utterly useless.
He would rather be able to heal than hypnotize.
He wishes he had been born with an ounce of something that would help his son, rather than the kelpie trickery he was granted.
His eyes lift to catch Sabbath’s, already knowing that hers will mirror the same worry that reflects from his. Yet even despite it, his lips turn into a subtle smile. He still knew that Sabbath could have raised their son without him, and it was only by her blessing that he was allowed here at all.
VARICK
@[Sabbath]