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Dark rubbed his lips together indecisively, his eyes wandering carefully among the others as he did his best to make sense of how to properly go about what he was about to say.
“Ahem... well, I suppose there is no roundabout way to bring this in, so I shall be blunt. I have taken it upon myself to supply children. Four children. This new... way of life for me, this new change, urged me to develop a purpose beyond paperwork and self loathing. I needed something more for me, something I knew would bring my pride in my work and a development to the new emotions I have been forced with. So I have kids. I wish to... introduce them, to you all.”
He seemed out of place, nervous and awkward as he cast his eyes towards the gloom.
"To begin, they are born old enough to walk. Barely, however. They can mumble a few words, but their features are defined."
He exhaled slowly, before his eyes turned towards the shadows.
“Come then. Feoria first, darling.”
He spoke lowly, and there was a long train of silence. Finally, the tiny sound of shuffling could be heard. The first who came into the light was the tallest of the four, long black hair, bright evergreen eyes, and a smile on her face as she boldly arrived. She wobbled slightly, her steps were unsteady, she wiggled her arms about but seemed to be experiencing a joy like no other in the presence of others.
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He spoke surprisingly softly to the toddler, and she popped a squat at his shoes, entranced by her own hands. His eyes moved towards the gloom again, and gave a tiny whistle towards the next.
He beckoned, and a silvery haired saint came striding out with the same uneven steps, eyes fixed in concentration. Her bright maroon eyes watched her steps, seeming eager to show off, wanting to be given pride, wanting to do well. She moved to her sisters side.
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He grinned towards Della as she remained standing, and his eyes flickered back to the curling shadows.
He spoke boldly, this time, and another black haired girl came out. Her darker red eyes were fixated proudly, her walking held almost no stumbling, and she seemed particularly advanced in comparison to the others. Her straight lined face held a ghost of a grin every so often, but she seemed determined, straight forward, and took her place.
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Namya did not need much coaxing, so he did not wait for her to move to his side. His eyes lifted up, and in a much sweeter, quieter tone, he whispered out
"Tove... cmere honey. It's alright."
But there was only silence, looming darkness the only thing to be left over. Dark was patient, his eyes glued to things unseen, and he offered a reassuring smile and a nod as if he knew their reaction.
"Come on honey. It's ok."
There was a nervous whimper, before another black haired girl stepped into the light. Her short black hair, falling just bellow her ears, messily curling, bounced as she walked with uncertainty. Nervous bright crimson eyes warily glanced at the others, hands clutched to her chest, twiddling her fingers as she nervously moved very close to Namya's side.
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“These are my children. I expect them to be respected, as they will respect in return when they grow older.”
