#roliath

“Mama?” Rassa’s voice was soft and curious as she looked up at her mother. She liked to watch her mother work the dough and turn it into pretty shapes and sometimes even pretty colors.

“Yes sweetheart?” Sina hummed, keeping most of her focus on the dough as she kneaded it on the flour covered counter.

“There’s a day just for mama’s right?”

Sisina felt herself smile. “Yes, that was earlier this year. I liked your card very much.”

“If there’s a day for mommies, is there a day for daddies too?” Little feet clad in green slippers kicked back and forth, as she watched.

Her mother frowned a little, turning to look at her youngest child. “Yes, of course.”

Rassa tilted her head to the side, looking curious. “When is it? I wanna make something for Daddy.”

“Well it’s...” Sisina trailed off, her brow furrowing for a moment. “It’s uh...” A look of dawning horror on her face. “Sh-” she started to swear before looking at her baby. “shhhhugar snaps.” It didn’t exactly hold the same “oomph” but there were a lot of sacrifices that were made in becoming a parent. Swearing like a sailor was one. Those beautiful green eyes were staring at her and she sighed. “I’m sorry sweetie, I forgot. It’s already passed.”

(;-; I love him so much)

((Gonna mess with this one a bit.))

“Again! Again!” Rassa stretched her arms up at her father, beaming like a little sun. There was nothing quite like the little girl’s radiance when she was happy. Nor was there anything like her ire when the temper tantrums came around.

Thankfully, there weren’t any storm clouds on the horizon.

The massive Death Knight chuckled, picking her up again. “Alright, alright, just once more.”

Clissadara had only watched the strange pair for a moment. A hulking death knight playing with a tiny little elven girl. If there was one thing she couldn’t dispute it was that Ro’liath made her little sister smile and squeak with joy whenever he was around.

She jumped when he found her later.

“So, did I enter an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me back there?” He asked, voice bright as it could be in his undeath and teasing.

“It could be worse.” Ro’liath said, trying to stifle a grin at the sight of his son. Kyre was absolutely covered head to toe in thick, stinking river mud. He held his arms away from his sides and his face was an absolute picture; disgust and horror all rolled into one.

“How.” Well it seemed that Kyre actually did get the scary angry gene from his parents.

“Could be shit.”

In all honesty, Kyre wasn’t certain it wasn’t shit. He groaned and tried to get closer to more solid ground but the mud that came up to the base of his calves was loathe to let go of its latest victim. He hung his head after he lost his boot and slid.

“Can you help me please?” He sounded so defeated. 

It didn’t take long before father hauled son out of the vile sludge.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Ro’liath’s voice was shaking as he covered his eyes with his hand. He laughed quietly, bleakly as he lay beside her. “I think I’m in love with you and that terrifies me.”

Sisina blinked in the dark, rolling to face him and propping herself up on her forearm. She watched him for a few moments before placing a warm hand on his belly, sliding it up to lightly brush through the gingery hair that covered his chest almost as thoroughly as the freckles there. Gentle fingers rubbed against his skin, enjoying the difference in textures. “Being in love with me is terrifying?” She asked quietly.

Her lover’s voice sounded strangled in his throat as it wouldn’t come out right. Eventually it worked with him enough to force out a hoarse “yes.”

She didn’t let him off the hook so easily. Instead she rolled onto her belly, the only sound in the room was that of the sheets as she moved, and rested some of her weight against him. “Why?”

Ro wouldn’t take his hand away from his face, and she frowned slightly, doing it for him despite a bit of resistance. “Why?” She asked again.

The look he gave her was near pitiful; so many emotions jostling in his expression to try and get out. Hope, fear, despair, worry, embarrassment. He’d told her he loved her for the first time and she still hadn’t said it back. Did she think that he’d said it just in the heat of the moment? In the aftermath?

“My family is already looking for a bride for me.” He whispered, falling silent as Sisina moved to press a kiss above his heart.

“Then I will make sure my family enters into the running.” She murmured, glowing green eyes flicking back up to him. 

“This has been going on for awhile, Sina!” The acrobat sat up, obviously distressed. Was she not taking this seriously? Did she not think that he was worth being taken seriously? The idea shot a cold lance of pain through his heart. “They are looking at wealthy families! And yours-”

“My family is a bunch of bakers.” Sisina finished calmly. For a moment he worried he’d offended her from the sharp look in her eyes. Instead, she pressed a kiss to his jawline. “Not the most interesting job, I’ll give you that. But the world will always need them. There will always be nobles that want the delicate little things to prove that they really are the uppercrust and there will always be others who need breads as staples of their diet. People will always want small rewards by ways of cookies and pies and cakes. And those who do the best will always continue to rise higher and higher.”

Sina pulled back to look at him, the green light of her eyes illuminating her features in the dark. She had the cutest nose and the fullest lips… 

“It isn’t fancy, but it’s a respectable job. One that I am very good at, as I’m sure your family can attest. I am not one prone to flights of fancy, I have a good head on my shoulders, and even looking at me it is a good bet that I can bear you many healthy children.” She spoke so frankly about it that it made color bloom in Ro’liath’s cheeks. It sounded like she’d put thought into this. Into a future with him.

She smiled at his dumbfounded expression and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. He really was a cute and sweet man. One she didn’t plan on letting slip through her fingers. “I love you, Ro’liath Silverwing. I love you and I won’t let them take you from me.” Her voice was so sure, so certain. 

(You didn’t ask for this one BUT HERE IT IS ANYWAY >8D)