Seahorse Dad Ky Kiske anon here! I'm happy that my submission inspired the creation of this blog. I figured that I should submit something here for you to queue up.
There's a part of Ky's soul that ruptured and bled out when Sin exclaimed how much he hated him.
It's something that's gone unaddressed and heavy in the years after Dizzy's unsealing — something that Sin is far too ashamed to take direct accountability for, and something that Ky doesn't think he'll ever be ready to have a conversation with Sin about. He's still so young — far too young to understand how heavy the distance that sits between Sin and Ky weighs on Ky's soul. Ky knows it would be selfish of him to tell Sin of how much he grieved for him — how much pain it brought Ky to abandon the son that he and Dizzy lovingly constructed out of their own tissue, flesh, and bone, and how much it hurt for Ky to hear Sin blame him for the near-death of his mother. Yet, even though he's surrounded by more family than ever before, the grief Ky still carries over losing both Sin and Dizzy in such a short amount of time weighs him down — wrapping around his ankle like a ball and chain.
Dizzy finds it hard to understand Ky's grief at times.
It's hard for her to understand why her beloved struggles so much around the middle of Spring — why Ky has so many nightmares surrounding the rainy day Sin was born, and why Ky finds it so hard to drag himself out of bed every May 31st. There was once a time where Dizzy believed that Sin's birthday was traumatic to Ky because of how difficult Ky's pregnancy was — she remembers how often she had to nurse her husband back to health during those horrible eight months. However, Ky always denies that theory. Sin's birth was the happiest day of Ky's life — right next to the day he married Dizzy for the first time. What Dizzy doesn't know, though, is that Sin's second birthday was one of the worst days of Ky's life. Because she was sealed in suspended animation, she doesn't remember the few birthdays that Ky spent all alone.
Ky doesn't tell her about how close he came to losing his will to live — how empty the castle halls felt compared to his home in the grove, how silent and desolate his world was without Sin's bright laughter, or the swish of Dizzy's tail in the air, and how disgusted Ky was with himself for giving his son up when his baby needed him most. She doesn't need to know how Ky spent the day in his quarters, wrapped up in blankets — unable to face the man in the mirror for how he tore apart his family from the inside. It would wrack Dizzy with more guilt than she needs. Ky's already failed at protecting her so many times — he doesn't need to put her in harm's way once again.
Still, on those desolate Spring days, Dizzy wraps herself — her body, her wings, her arms, and even her guardians — around her husband. Undine strokes Ky's back while he sobs into the crook of Dizzy's neck, and Undine runs his claws through his choppy blond hair as he falls apart.
