#dad!rylen

Workaholic papa...

"Sweet dreams, lass.."

Rylen holds his child's hand as they fall asleep, hoping they have the luxury of their hands staying this soft forever. He doesn't want his child to face war and holes in the sky, doesn't want them to have to work hard with their hands as his stonemason father before him. He smiles down his hooked nose at the perfect creature lying across his abdomen, limbs splayed every which way and a tiny puddle of drool forming on his chest. Maker, he'd face a thousand demons every day if it meant keeping his little love safe.