#sinday?

I don’t know? Is this implying he knows the person wants to hook up but chooses not to sleep with them? Cause how would Dardillien know if someone wants to sleep with him unless he can read minds? Which he can’t. He would have to walk into a room and be like alright anyone who wants to sleep with me raise your hand! LMAO

'Kids complicate things,’ Belost had heard many many times. And it was true. He stood in the doorway to the back yard, a small patch of nature in the tech jungle of Merrick Prime. He watched the four little ones run about, shouting at one another in whatever game they were playing, trying to find the right color to draw with and getting their mom to help them with a gymnastic move they had seen on tv.

It was a nice break from who started a fight with who, who broke what, why he should stop whatever he was doing right then to see something inane, who’s parent let them do what and any other number of possibilities.

He watched them all, taking in a moment of peace. One he would remember the next time he was away. Moments like this were what he clung to when knee deep in some swamp, solar systems away, wrenching a blade out of whoever had the misfortune to be on the other side. A reminder of what he had to come back to.

His eyes lingered on the soft expression of their mother. He was sure of his decision when he asked her to marry him, fully secure in how much he loved her. Then Davus was born. And he only looked at her more fondly. Things were harder for sure. But it did not mean things were worse. Not by a long shot. Sure, children made romance harder. Just one was enough for that, let alone four. But they still managed. Be it a kiss in the morning, holding one another in a quiet moment, or even utilizing two very eager grandparents to get some alone time.

When he last lived on Merrick Prime, he wanted nothing more than to get off the planet and prove himself to the Empire. Now that he was back and a little older, he didn’t really care if he had proven himself or not.

The wind blew and sent a page from Roxz’s hands flying through the air and her chasing after it. Belost’s mind broke back to the present and he pulled the paper from the air. He caught a glimpse of some blobby figures all in a row.

“What’ve you got here, Roxz?” Belost asked as he handed it back to her, kneeling in the grass to get a good look.

She pointed to the various blobs and listed them off, “You and mom and that’s me. That’s Davus and Krin and Mitchell. And Grandma Sulfa. Grandpa Theron. And Greatuncle Silixus.”

“Who’s that one there?” Belost asked, pointing to another human looking figure.

“That’s Uncle Warren. Mom told me about him.”

“Oh... Right. Now I see it. It looks good, Roxz.”

“Can we hang it up when I finish?”

Belost glanced to his wife. He wondered if it would be the best idea. Her brother, or any family for that matter, rarely came up. Reminders of her life before all this were bittersweet at best. But maybe it would make her happy to see her kids at least taking an interest in their human side.

“Yeah, sure we can.”

He gave her a hug and let her run back to her spot, walking passed his sons who shouted some dialogue from whatever they were roleplaying that day.

“Dad! Help us cross the lava bridge!"

“One minute, I’ll be right there.”

“Hurry! The ship’s gonna leave without us!”

Belost made his way to the shade of the tree in time to see Krin half-manage a handspring, instead flopping over and stumbling to the side.

“Almost made it that time, Krin,” he said and wrapped his arms around Aryn’s waist. He sighed happily and lay his head atop hers.

She hugged him around her back, “Come by to learn too?”

“Mmm. I’ll save the gymnastics for to-”

She stopped him with a quick slap to the thigh. “Don’t-” she said through a laugh. “Don’t you finish that.” She turned and pinched his chin between her fingers, giving it a little shake before pulling him down for a quick kiss.

Fuck... we going✈️ pg-13 this weekend