#silentmarycrew

Non è finito, ma sentivo di pubblicarlo

Moss: *accidentally hits Magda*

Magda: wanna fucking die?!

Moss: *whispers* ..kinda

It’s not done yet, but I’m about 1/2 done. I’ve done Lesaro, Magda, & Chris. Sketches are almost done for Santos & Salazar. Still need to figure out Moss & Nico. But! If you guys vote for it, I’ll add Bracero to the list! (Will need to provide pictures though 😂)

(First solo fan-fic. A little fluff for Lesaro. @armanda-lucia-salazar owns Carolina Lesaro, I own Sofía Lesaro, but I do not own Lesaro himself. Enjoy! 😊)

It just Had to rain didn’t it?

Aching, wet and exhausted, Lesaro enters his house in the evening after just getting back to Spain from the Silent Mary’s most recent voyage. Still in full uniform, he looks at his feet and sluggishly falls against the door, allowing his weight to shut it.

He stays there a moment, leaning against the door and taking in the scent of home. Time away hadn’t changed anything, not the smell of the wood, the flowers, nor the sound the floors made when he crossed them.

Sluggishly, he takes off his shoes, hat and coat, all wet from the rain, but, fortunately, it hadn’t been raining too hard, so the rest of his clothes were dry.

It’s strange, how much children seem to completely change a person, man or woman. You start noticing... just how dangerous the world is... all the ways a naive child could get hurt... for instance, when at home, he’d started leaving his sword in his room and locking it inside, or keeping it in its sheath. Any broken wood in the House was immediately used in the fire and any remaining pieces (like on a railing for instance) would be covered with a cloth.

His job didn’t help either. Traveling was fun, but he can no longer count the number of injured, starving, or terribly sick kids he had seen over the years in less prosperous towns. Ever since his oldest, Carolina, was born, he’d started seeing her face on the faces of these children, and fearing that she might be in the same condition, with him so far away and unable to help. But, Carolina is 15 now... he can no longer see her on the small children, but now he’s tormented by her little sister, Sofia’s, face.

He knows it is foolish, but he can’t help it. Reaching the top of the stairs, he turned away from his own room and opened the door to Carolina’s room instead. She was sound asleep in her bed. He stood a moment and just watched her. In his mind’s eye, she was his little baby again, and not a lieutenant like him. He couldn’t believe how much things changed over the years. Or... how much she could handle now... all by herself, it’s a little sad, in a strange way, to know she doesn’t really need him for anything anymore, but he also couldn’t be more proud...

He decides to leave before she wakes up & starts asking about the voyage. They’ve both gotten in the habit of comparing stories of their adventures. As much fun as it is, he is too tired at the moment to indulge her in such a discussion.

Lesaro closes the door as softly as he can and moves further down the hall to another door. He peeks inside and sees his little five year old Sofía curled up in bed. Sound asleep, and clutching her favorite toy. He sighs in relief and carefully closes the door, knowing full well that he’ll be there all night if he doesn’t leave right now. Besides, Sofía is 5, she’ll likely wake him up in a couple hours from a nightmare anyway.

Back in his own room he changes into something for bed, but before he can climb into bed, he hears a soft knock from his door and a quiet, “Daddy?”

He sighs. Sofïa is awake, and will not simply go back to bed if he just asks. He opens his door and looks down at her, “You’re supposed to be in bed Sofía.” Without saying a word, she throws herself into his leg, nearly knocking him over. After a moment, he kneels down to her level, “Ohhh sweetheart... is everything okay? You have a bad dream?” She shakes her head ‘no’ “...Are you afraid of something?” She repeats it. As he tries to think of another thing that would’ve pulled her out of bed, she hugs him, wrapping her little arms as far around him as she can.

She looks up at him “Can I sleep in your room tonight Daddy?”

As tired & stressed as he is,... he can’t bring himself to turn her away. Maybe it was how she asked him, so sweet and pleading... it was his weakness. With a sigh, he picks her up and brings her in his room, climbing into bed and setting her down next to him. She immediately hugs him again and rests her head on him, apparently deciding he would be her pillow tonight.

As she turned her toy around in her arms, trying to pick the best way to hold him, Lesaro notices something odd about the toy... what is-? Did she-? He gently takes the toy and examines it. It’s a small white wolf that she carries everywhere, but... now it’s wearing a black cloth that covers one of its eyes... “Hija?... What happened to his eye? Did he get hurt?” She plays with this toy more than any other, and, with a lot of her toys, if they’re ‘hurt’, she’ll wrap a bandage around them.

“He’s not hurt, Daddy. *taking back the toy* He’s You” “Me? But he is your favorite... why did you turn him into me?” To say he was confused would have been an understatement. “Because... I miss you when you’re gone. We can’t play when you’re at work, but... I wanted to play with you, so... I pretend he is you and we chase pirates until you come home.” Lesaro can’t help a quiet laugh at this. She knows he hunts pirates when he leaves, and she often wants him to pretend to hunt them with her whenever he’s home. It’s one of her favorite games, and was also Carolina’s at that age, making Lesaro think Sofía may end up pursuing a job in the navy one day herself. He just hopes she won’t end up needing an eye patch over Her left eye as well. Carolina had injured hers a few years ago and he didn’t want it turning into a pattern.

“Is that so, hija? And... who is better at it? Me or him?” Pointing at the toy. She giggles a little but doesn’t answer. “Oh?... you don’t want to tell me? Is it he is better than me?” She bites her lip with a little grin and giggles more. Lesaro starts to gently poke Sofía in the belly & neck which drove her into an even bigger giggle fit.

After a few minutes, he slows down and stops so she can breathe. Once she settles down, “Okay hija. Daddy has had a long day, so it is time for sleep. Okay?” With a little whine/groan, “Mmhh... okay Daddyyy”

~~~The Next Morning~~~

Carolina sees her father’s coat downstairs the next day, and goes back to peek into his room, only to find Sofía sleeping soundly on top of their father. She just shook her head, “If he wakes up before noon, it will be a miracle”