@donquiixotiisms ferried: Gimlet's tugging at Pica's arm: "Hey Pica-sama? Dad said wakasama is being grumpy lately because he needs to lay eggs. Can I do anything to help him? I don't want to ask Trébol-sama or Diamante-sama." //THERE'S A WHOLE LOT GOING ON HERE TBH AND IT'S TOO MUCH TO UNCOVER ALL AT ONCE... BUNNY SPAM? BUNNY SPAM! gogogogogo
Gentle but with firmness just like a child with naught better to do than press unwhittled twigs into the base of a mountain. Over and over, a disregard for their own delicate being and that which the whip of a switch disturbs slumbering beneath the foundation. Had it been a wild beast with a taste for the marrow of disingenuous youth it would’ve found no qualms in disposing of the nuisance before human naivety even left its lips. He seeks the skin of his arm but finds only war-worn leather, the smallest finger occupying at least the length of a child’s arm. Would be with any physical effort he could grasp the entire extremity and ascend as if climbing a tree with a bark of stone and flesh. A blessing the thought does not occur, as disturbing giants in of itself was a foolish thing .
But they just keep tugging. Tugging and tugging and tugging and─
Gold drifts unenthused to expectant eyes and stares. The sway of intimidation was no longer a tactic in dealing with youth accustomed to the peculiar divinity of the family. But it does not change a constant approach. Against a violent instinct to jerk away from sudden touch, his finger retracts slow and effortless out of Gimlet’s grasp and back to rest. It is a rare action for one composed of ruined fury and disdain, but how simple it would be for him to cause harm. Restraint is the general extent of his tenderness .
❝ He’ll be fine. ❞ Straight without the thought of dissecting the ridiculous notions fed into a curious, gullible young mind to avoid an earnest answer. It is among the many aspects of parenthood he does not understand. A lack of understanding leads only to harsh disappointment. Where naivety is spared in a moment, it is inevitably crushed with maturity. To delay the damage of reality for the sake of feelings felt an aggravating waste .
But it is not within the right of a cold man to delve into that which is meant for those without a constant emptiness hollowing out their chest. A statue of stone is not meant to feel, only exist. That paternal sense of sympathy is lost on him .
