#please im sensitive

@tsukimyo​: silver toddles towards the fae, unseen because of how malleus’ back is currently towards him. he steps on the other’s cape, then tumbles forward, landing face-front onto the draping fabric; he only tears up a little bit from the stinging pain his toddler self gains from such a fall.

       MALLEUS IS READING A BOOK on the history of gargoyles when he hears the soft thud behind him. the fae’s eyes widen, swiftly closing his book as he whips his head around to locate the source of the noise. the toddler is easy to spot, a spot of glimmering silver against the dark pools of malleus’ cape. the prince’s expression soften’s significantly, both endeared & concerned over the human child before him.

      HE TURNS TO FACE SILVER COMPLETELY, stooping down to the child’s level before scooping him up into his arms. ❛    now, now ...    ❜  he coos, raising his free hand to wipe the tears from silver’s eyes. ❛    there are better ways to get my attention, young one. you needn’t hurt yourself for my sake.    ❜  malleus’ smile is warm, gaze fond as he gently brushes the child’s long silver hair out of his eyes. 

       IT’S A PRETTY PICTURE, the monstrous prince of the fae looking so uncharacteristically nurturing & sweet in the face of the fragile human toddler. it’s a sight you’d see in fairy tales & old legends like the ones lilia reads to them both. but unlike the stories there are no curses here, no plot to do the innocent human harm. there is only malleus & silver & the sincere love the brothers have for each other.