#{aida.}

Meme || {Accepting!}

Aida

     Despite being a rather independent child, Saias became a lot more clingier around his mother, always wanting to be close to her. He had a habit of grabbing onto her hand or wrist-- whatever he could reach at the time-- or hiding behind her when something made him feel uncomfortable, as Saias found her presence to be extremely comforting.      If they were to meet in a heroes verse, this would manifest more as him wanting to be around her a lot, or a really soft sort of demeanour, rather than everything else he would have done as a young child. In both cases, he becomes a lot more vulnerable-- more than he would be around anyone else, except for Azelle, maybe.

Ishtar

Christmas/Winter Starters || {Accepting}

🔥 - Our muses drink hot chocolate and cuddle next to the fireplace

     It is rare, for the two of them to spend time together like this. To sit in front of a lit fireplace– with Saias, a boy no older than five, comfortably nestled into his mother’s form, clutching a mug between his hands, watching the way that the flames dance over and around the wood. Perhaps it is to be expected from someone with his blood, or one from the duchy he was born in, but it has always been something that offers the child some degree of comfort. Be it the sight itself or the soft crackling of blistering firewood, it is one of the few things Saias has found that can temporarily wipe his mind of any troubles– the only others being his beloved mother, uncle and father.

     A small sigh escapes through the boy’s nose, taking a moment to wriggle around slightly so that he can remain comfortable in Aida’s embrace. Yes, after yet another of roaming of Velthomer castle on his lonesome, plagued by the thought of being approached by noblemen, this is one way Saias can find himself relaxing and feeling safe, for he has long known that his mother will keep him from harm. Blue eyes shift from the fire, and upwards, his head tilting up a little so that any sort of focus could be drawn to Aida’s visage, checking to see if she was still awake or growing tired of spending what little time they have together like this. After all, she always seems to be so busy, planning things, consulting his father, attending meetings– all of which he is too young to understand, or so the child has been told. Yet Saias knows it is for the rumours of fighting that he hears about sometimes– there might be a conflict in the continent that she and Arvis will be involved in, and the boy comprehends that much. It would not be fair, to ask her to stay here if she looks tired.

          “…Mother?”

     The question escapes from his form slightly slurred, out of a mix of growing tiredness and a slightly shaky grasp on speech seen in most children, though he has displayed intelligence beyond what is expected of one his age. His gaze does not shift from her features, watching with a kind of worry that he attempts to hide, but to no avail– around her, or other family, it seems as though Saias is incapable of doing anything but wearing his heart on his sleeve.

Birthday asks || Accepting!

     He is not a child anymore-- not by a long-shot-- and yet, when Aida reaches up to ruffle his hair, the archbishop cannot help but feel a smile makes its way onto his features. A genuine sort, if only indicated by how foreign it feels to him and the way it does not fit comfortably on his face, and one that, for a moment, truly does take Saias back several years. To a time where his worse worry was the wagging tongues of noblemen-- where his life was not constantly under threat. When his parents, though never together, loved him dearly and he knew that he was adored by them both.     A time he wishes would have extended out at least until now, but even he knows his life was never meant to be a peaceful one.

          “…I have felt much the same,”

    Of all things, the archbishop did not expect for his mother to usher those words to him– to speak of something that exposes some sort of weakness in herself, and to her son that so clearly holds her in such high regard. An odd wave of silence washes over his form, uncertain of what could be said to Aida that would not merely sound like a child viewing their parent from an extremely biased and positive light. She is not the first to come to the tactician for advice, and most certainly will not be the last, and while Saias has never been the sort to be at a loss for words, in this situation, he finds his mind drawing nothing but blanks. After all, it was always him who would run to this mother for help– for their roles to be reversed is something that the young man simply is not used to. To him, Aida has always been such a strong person– to hear that she bears an insecurity so similar to one of his own is both comforting, but also rather shocking.

          “However, I… for my situation, at least, I believe you did what was right. I do not think you would devote yourself to a cause that was not beneficial in some way.”

     Of course, he does not dare to speak of a certain event, for even if he still believes it was completely unnecessary, Saias does not know if his mother feels the same about it, and he would rather not ruin his only chance to have her back in his life– even if that, in itself, is still only temporary.