#lovedbyrukh

“Ah, you would pick out two of the pipsqueaks!”

Laughter sneaked through his pursed lips as he shrugged his shoulders forth, nonchalantly declaring.

“I can’t find a reason not to torment their loved ones. Besides, they’ll probably be just as weak and disposable. You know what happens to those kinds of people, right?

The Black Sun sat absent-minded, looking around his environment with his usual unfriendly disposition in tact. Crimson eyes were closed tightly, as if he were trying to actually rest. Peculiar considering his location - in the heart of the chaotic city surroundings.

Yet, his slumber was shortened by a sudden rustling across the top of his head. Opening his eyes quickly, the magician turned to see his fellow magi run off in the distance, while a laurel of flowers found it’s way upon his head. Beckoning out towards the boy, Judar mused.

“Oi, chibi. I don’t get it… are you trying to make fun of me?

Scratch that. I don’t give a damn. Next time I see you, you’re dead.”

“Hello Little One!”

She held her arms out wide for him to jump into, bent her knees slightly to allow him better access for a hug. When the magi was safely in her arms, she spun him around twice, laughing like a child, before letting him down safely upon his feet and ruffling his hair with a free hand, petting it back down with the other.

Brows quirked at the arrival of the young looking boy, tufts of blonde swaying gently at the tilt of her head. She found no reason to deny him of something as simple as this. Moving to get to his line of height, she gave a small chuckle before pulling him softly against her chest as she buried her face into the hat atop his head for a moment. Not much of a cuddle as it was a hug, but she hoped that it would be enough to appease him as she pulled away a few moments later with a smile at him.