It’s almost like seeing an entirely new man coming to life before her eyes. Not quite, because it is still most certainly him. Still Dovev beneath it all. But watching him with their children is like parting the curtains to an entirely new world. One where their past sins don’t seem to matter quite so much. One where those sins could birth such impossibly perfect, beautiful new souls.
It shouldn’t matter so much, shouldn’t burrow so deeply into her very being, and yet it does.
But there is time to consider the ramifications later. In this moment, the deep-seated fear that has lingered so long in her breast doesn’t seem to matter. May as well not even exist, for as easy as it is to shove to deepest corners of her thoughts. Instead she allows herself to become lost in them, in watching the way he fusses over the bright-eyed little girl, in his amusement at Dagen’s irritable nips, in the warmth of her boy as he snuggles closer to her.
She drops her muzzle to him, brushing his tufted mane and folded wings tenderly. She is only distracted when Dovev makes a name suggestion for their daughter. An entirely inappropriate one, she might add. A faint scowl touches her lips as her blue gaze jumps to his. “We can’t…” she begins disapprovingly before trailing off as her eyes fall to the filly curled beneath his neck. Her head had popped up, eyes brightening as she looks adoringly up at her father. A little grin had stolen across her lips. She looks at Heartfire, at Dagen, before repeating, “Brazen.”
Heartfire frowns, shifts a bit before stilling, unwilling to disturb Dagen. Her gaze moves disapprovingly between the two of them for a moment before she sighs, her eyes dropping to consider her daughter thoughtfully for a moment. “I suppose… it’s fitting,” she finally concedes.
The last vestiges of her disapproval disappear when he leans in, his cheek warm against her neck. She stills, surprised, until he traces a line of heated nips along her skin. She shivers, her eyes darkening almost imperceptibly as she presses her own lips against his skin, teeth pinching briefly, teasingly. She allows her nose to drag across his neck, his cheek, as he retreats. Her lips quirk for a just a moment, eyes trailing him until Dagen curls more tightly against her with an irritated huff. Faintly amused, she drops her head to nuzzle him reassuringly.
It seems her little Dagen possesses a jealous streak. Unsurprising, considering his parents, but still she finds herself absurdly pleased by how determined he is to guard her against Dovev.
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
