#zusa

My Lark

Whoooo finished their refs aauughh!!! Once again I am in peace and love with our blorbos @shorter-than-her-tbr-pile <33

She lit a fire and now she's in my every thought

“the wackest trope in tv and film is when a protagonist is offered blood powers or smth and theyre like ‘oohh no im a good person i refuse to be satan’s bride’ like step your shit up take the powers & do smth sexy like erase all student debt curse lawmakers that angle for the mass incarceration of black and brown people end human trafficking n if balthazarius needs a blood sacrifice or whatever well pedophiles exist like u can literally save the world it’s simple math”

- @pinkmistletoe

Happy Birthday Prim :3c I love you, and I love our blorbos. you're lovely and wonderful and I hope you have the best birthday <3<3<3

Omar studies a small bookshelf, pondering his choices. It’s always a difficult decision, but eventually he settles on a tome and turns back towards where Ninovan is tucking their daughter into bed. Zusa is still sitting up, propped up against a pillow bigger than her. Nin perches herself on the edge of the bed, brushing a hand gently through Zusa’s hair and kissing her on the forehead. Omar climbs into bed on Zusa’s other side, and she twists herself to nestle into his side. She’s already four years old, but it still hits him sometimes. This is his daughter, something he and Nin made together, something born of their love for each other. Every time he looks at her, she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

He wraps her in his arms, and opens the book. It’s one of his favorite things, to read to his daughter every night before bed. It’s one of the few times that he’s allowed to stop being the king and just be a father for a little while. He gives all the characters voices, and she giggles at every one. Tonight’s favorite is the voice of a bear who’s fishing for salmon and not having very much luck. “OH MY!” Omar’s voice is deep and round and grizzly, “how ever will I catch the fish when they keep wriggling in my mouth? I cannot hold them with their tails slapping me in the face, so!” 

Omar jerks his face back and forth, punctuating each “blow” with a mock cry of pain. Zusa squeals with laughter and Nin chuckles, covering her mouth with a hand and her eyes shining with humor. As he settles down to continue the story, Omar notices another chime of laughter, coming from just outside the door. He quirks an eyebrow at Nin, “And to add insult to injury, my most trusted friend is watching from afar and laughing at me. He listens to my suffering and he laughs. My friend could at least have the courtesy to laugh in my presence.” 

There is a snort from the other side of the door, and then it swings open. Rohan’s face is tinged pink and he’s still giggling as he leans against the doorframe, “Apologies, Your Majesty.” 

Omar smiles fondly at the man, and sticks out his tongue before continuing the story. By the time he finishes, Zusa has drifted off to sleep. She’s burrowed herself so thoroughly into his side that he’s not sure he’ll ever move again. Ninovan brushes the back of her hand over their daughter’s cheek, following the motion with a kiss. She leans over to kiss Omar’s cheek as well, and he blushes. This physical affection between them is still relatively new, both of them finally settling into the partnership and parenthood they’ve made for themselves. Nin stands and makes their way to the door, where Rohan is still leaning, watching them with something impossibly soft in his eyes. 

They stop and reach up to touch Rohan’s cheek, smiling gently at him. It makes Omar’s chest ache to see these two together, to watch the bond between the people he loves most in the world grow. Rohan flushes, arms crossed over his chest, “Sleep well, My Queen.” 

“Goodnight, Rohan,” Nin says sweetly, brushing a thumb across his cheek, and then they’re gone. 

Rohan ducks his head, looking up at Omar and Zusa with a shy, sweet smile on his face that makes Omar feel impossibly warm. “Come here,” he murmurs.

Rohan startles slightly, confusion tugging his eyebrows together and the corners of his mouth down a little. He comes over beside the bed, and Omar gently untangles himself from his daughter. She opens bleary eyes and grabs at his shirt, “Papa, stay.” 

He bends to kiss the top of her head, “I have to go, sweetheart. But Ro is here, and he’ll stay with you.” 

Omar looks up at Rohan, a question in his eyes. Rohan’s eyes are shining with emotion, and he breaks Omar’s gaze to look at the little girl in the bed beside them. Zusa looks up at the two of them, sleepy hands reaching for Rohan. The knight perches precariously on the edge of the bed, and Zusa snuggles up into his lap. He looks at the little girl as she falls asleep almost instantly with a kind of wonder that makes Omar want to kiss him. Omar always wants to kiss him.

He takes a step back before the feeling can overwhelm him, murmurs a goodnight and makes his exit. As the door clicks shut softly behind him, he leans against it for a moment, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. His heart aches and his eyes sting, and he wishes things were different. Wishes he could just— he takes a deep breath, and pushes himself off the wall. 

Just as he starts to move away from the room, he hears a soft hum emanating from within. Omar freezes as his ears catch on the melody, Rohan’s voice soft but steady. 

Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy, 

Chasing the troubles that fret and annoy, 

Darkness for sighing and daylight for song, 

Cheery and chaste the strain, heartfelt and strong

All the night through, though I moan in the dark, 

I wake in the morning, to sing with the lark

Omar leans his forehead against the wall and takes a shuddering breath, listening to the song he wrote echo in his lark’s voice. It’s been years since he’s heard it, he didn’t think Rohan would even remember—

He stands outside the room, leaning against the wall to hold himself up, long after Rohan’s voice trails off with the end of the song.

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