#dahlton

HOW CUTE IS THIS?? 

I commissioned my pal @moosopp-art to draw Reina and her dad Rolando with his ocs Dahlton (on head), Kangee (on shoulder) and Hotah (on arm). Reina is a good friend of the bros. Rolando runs the town bakery that the kiddos like to stop by a lot. 

Casual reminder that Rolando is 7′4′’ LMAO It runs in the family.

The market was bustling around Emrys as he wandered around the stalls, humming to himself. He had spotted, a while ago, a nice-looking woman who sold, brightly coloured scarves that he thought Narcissus would like, and a burly man with a basket full of jewellery he would very much like to peruse for himself. As he strolled around, his eye suddenly caught on a shock of reddish hair, and his heart sped up, bringing a smile to his lips. He jogged up to the figure, light on his feet, and was around to jump into the arms of who he thought was his boyfriend – when he realised that it wasn’t him, but a young woman with long red hair buying pomegranate with a white fennec fox on her shoulders. Disappointed, he turned back, and almost collied with another person.

“Shit, sorry, I’m-” the person spoke.

Emrys’ blood froze in his veins. He knew that voice. He knew it all too well, and he never wanted to hear it again.

“Emrys?” Dahlton said.

He didn’t look up, almost shell-shocked, dimly registering that his body was shaking like a leaf. The sound of his name in his mouth… he had almost forgotten it. He had wanted to forget it, to erase all traces of him, and he had almost succeeded. He had filled his heart with all the love Dahlton never gave him, and more, and he had thought there was nothing left he could feel for him. But his memory, his body, had not quite forgotten, and as he stood there, paralysed, all the things Dahlton had done to him came back rushing, numbing him all over with fear and anger.

More words were coming out of Dahlton’s mouth, but Emrys could barely hear them, as if his head was underwater. He could, however, see the hand Dahlton was raising and, through the tears that had started to form in his eyes, watched as it came closer, and closer to his face, until–

“Don’t touch him.”

–it was snatched back by another. The new voice – familiar, relieving, beloved –snapped him back to the present. Emrys looked up, eyes wide and tears helplessly rolling down his cheeks, to see Narcissus standing tall between him and Dahlton, his beautiful features sharpened by a look of cold fury Emrys had never seen on him before, long fingers wrapped in a crushing hold around Dahlton’s wrist.

“What the–” Dahlton struggled uselessly under Narcissus’ hold. “Who the fuck are you? His pimp?” he spat.

Narcissus’ pointed ears flattened on the side of his head and his irises thinned as red-hot energy started to pulse from his palm. Wrong thing to say.

“Get away from him.” he growled behind clenched teeth.

His canines had sharpened, his every hair stood on edge, his yellow eyes glowed with an unnatural, bright golden light tension pulling his muscles taut, and the red energy blazing in his hand had started to draw a small crowd around the three of them. Dahlton cried out in pain. Blisters had formed under Narcissus’ touch, and bright red spider webs were slowly creeping up his arm.

“Let go of me, you freak!” he managed to shout.

Narcissus leaned in close to him, features almost animalistic.

“If I ever see you near Emrys again,” he said slowly. “You will suffer a far greater deal than you are right now.”

He let go, and Dahlton stumbled a couple of feet back, clutching his injured hand. The spider webs still marked his skin. He looked from them to Narcissus, fury twisting his features, and lunged towards him. Narcissus caught him by the hem of his shirt, hand still flaring red.

“I am good friends with the Palace.” His demeanour was much calmer than it just was, but Emrys could still see the tension running through him. “You will be put under a restraining order.”

This time, when he let go, Dahlton fell to the ground.

“Now leave.” his tone brook no argument, and a threat was still clearly present.

Dahlton got up, his gaze alternating between Narcissus, radiating power and anger, and Emrys, shocked beyond words, and fled the market without another word.

Narcissus exhaled through his mouth, his entire body shaking with the force of his magic receding. He turned to Emrys.

“Hey.” he tried softly, hesitant, almost shy.

Emrys blinked several times.

“Are you- Are you okay?” Narcissus asked, tentatively reaching out, unsure if his touch would be welcome after that.

Emrys threw himself in his arms, shaking, almost knocking him to the ground.

“Thank you.” he whispered against his chest, tears soaking up Narcissus’ shirt.

Narcissus buried his face in Emrys’ green hair, breathing him in.

Today’s Native/Indigenous Character in Media is Dahlton from @moosopp-art‘s comic Oddity!

He is confirmed Indigenous by the artist! and the art used can be found here: 1, 2, 3