#forzaun

“i mean, for me, it makes sense. all rough, tough, mean and scary, gotta get the ink to look the part— but you? yeah, you loved designing things, even as a kid. but to go through the pain of getting one of them permanently marked? that design’s gotta be pretty special to warrant that...” that may have been the case all those years ago, but times have changed. they were different now, they both were. “but if anyone i know was to do something crazy like that, it would’ve been you.”

you were never fond of children. that was always vander's strong suit. ( although you did try, at least, with violet and powder. you were more the one to read to them. the silent uncle who watched from afar as vander and felicia were more hands on. the one who would never open his arms for a hug, but rather would allow them to come to him and almost reluctantly hug them back. ) but then you had to raise jinx, became a father, and it all made sense. sure, perhaps you weren't the most inviting and welcoming father at first, but once you figured it out...it was as smooth as butter.

but jinx was practically an adult, now. still young, but you liked much better being this kind of father, one able to speak to her as an equal rather than a child.

now, you're faced with another challenge. another child. a granddaughter. one jinx brought home one day, just like you brought her home. at first, you argued with her about the child with wide eyes just staring at you. ( she won, of course. the child was there to stay. and jinx had a mission to go on, asked if you could watch...isha? isha. like..... no. you don't let your mind go there, even as a hand grips tight around your heart. )

so there you are, sitting at your desk, trying to read a report that was given to you, but all you can feel are the golden eyes that never seem to leave you. you let out a soft groan and put the paper down, leaning back into your chair. your own eyes glowering down at her, analyzing. you're not entirely sure what she wants. if she wants anything. " are you hungry ? " there. start with the basics.

the herald had been working most of the morning, making sure that each member of his commune was tended to, checking upon the wellbeing an integrity of the structures they had built. only when he finally sat within the luscious greenhouse did he feel a pair of eyes lingering upon him. a simple head tilt would reveal the child's visage hiding in the background, how strange, weren't they usually accompanied by their other visitors? why was she here all by herself?... still, viktor doesn't shy her away, instead offering a small smile, patting the seat next to him.

@forzaun wrote: isha drags a softly smiling jinx behind her as she bounds her way over to vander, pulling as hard as she can on jinx’s lagging weight, who only slows to make isha pull harder and more determinedly. laughing, jinx scoops isha into their arms instead of walking the short distance being pulled along, holding isha also serving to bring the child higher to vander’s eye level. “she wants to know if you’ll say her name,” jinx informs vander, eyes warm with affection for this little girl and wistful for a life once lived. (forzaun :) )

large beastly body laid sprawled across the ground, head resting upon folded arms, slight shaking of lower limbs in his slumber. however, large ears are quick to twitch to life, picking up on nearby footsteps and laughter. vander all too quickly unfurls from his position, stretching akin to that of a feline before straightening out, head turning readily towards the two approaching figures.

as soon as the young child is brought upwards, nose presses unbelievably close to their form, small audible sniffs as vander takes in their scent. oh part of him already knew who they were, even if they hadn’t known one another for that long. but perhaps it was a father’s instinct to toy with the younglings just a bit, hence why twitching nose was pressed so close to skin, tickling at it’s surface before pulling back with a deep grumble.

the request can’t help but earn a small head tilt, dual coloured eyes alternating between the two. perhaps it was an attempt to see if his voice had returned to him, or maybe it was simply childlike curiosity. either way, vander would be happy to oblige. tongue briefly comes to lick at lips, as if preparing jaws for the incoming movement. it takes a moment, but eventually. “i-isha …” although slightly garbled, an effort was made,

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"Oh my gods, you're sooooo over dramatic, Caleb!"

It's not like she's the only healer in the group- Oh wait.

It's not like they don't have potions- oh wait.

send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse // accepting

The night was dragging on; sleep was evading him with every second that ticked by. The flat felt too quiet, too empty, devoid of the woman who slept in the room next door. A late night, she said. Don't wait up, I'll be back around midnight.

Unfortunately, Sonar could not fall asleep.

He lays there in his room, quiet, tired eyes boring holes into the ceiling fan overhead, spinning round and around, cooling the room off by a few degrees. The sound of cars in the distance is not enough of a lullaby to help him sleep. It's hard when he's grown so accustomed to listening to his best friend snooze away in her own space.

He rolls onto his stomach, reaching a hand over to swipe lazily at his phone. He misses the first two swipes, but manages to snatch it up on the third, dragging it close to squint at his phone screen. There aren't any new messages from Malevola, but it was just a little past midnight.

So she ought to be home soon.

No sooner did he have that though, his ears snap up to attention when the area around him shifts; familiar thrumming near rattles him as the glowing red of a portal slices itself open in his room, Malevola's form stepping through. Dark hair spills across her shoulders, Sonar can smell the scent of booze from where he's laying, though the second her eyes land on Sonar, still awake, the look on her face softens.

She crosses the room in an instant, at least remembering to kick her heels off as she practically leaps on top of him in the Nest. Sonar squawks, flails around a bit as he's manhandled around, but ultimately he ends up with his head on her chest, heartbeat beating against his ear, and her nails gliding through his fur as she coos drunken affection at him.

He slumps against her with a purr, he can't help himself she knows all the best spots to scratch, body immediately relaxing with each pass of her nails between his ears.

❝  hey  !  ❞ ,  older  sister  frowns  ,  back  straightening  just  a  little.  Touch  from  another  was  unwelcome  ,  even  Jinx.  At  least  ,  without  Vi's  knowledge  that  it  was  going  to  happen.  ❝  what  exactly  was  that  for  ?  ❞.  Playful  or  out  of  simple  distaste  for  the  brawlers  new  hair  style  ,  Vi  didn't  appreciate  it.  ❝  keep  your  hands  to  yourself  ❞.

Vi  takes  a  moment  to  settle  back  into  her  seat  ,  aware  of  when  her  shoulders  finally  dropped  a  little.  She  hated  being  so  on  guard  all  of  the  time  ,  but  there  was  no  time  to  fix  that  about  herself.  Living  in  Zaun  ,  being  relaxed  would  cause  her  great  losses  ,  a  weakness  she'd  learnt  as  a  child.