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XII : I shall be mostly watching boxing; I'll also be cupped. ))
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Wαяyk·Vαskαяis : Welcome home, little darling. ]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : Hi Uncle Waryk! <3]
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lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : Welcome back Albe! <3]
Alberdine : Thannnnk you! <3 ]]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : Of course!]
Wαяyk·Vαskαяis : My Minnow. <3 ]
Alberdine : *stabs Waryk * 🔪 ]]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : -giggles- Yay violence!]
Wαяyk·Vαskαяis : 😚😍 ]
Alberdine : 😆 ]]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : Good job, Albe]
Wαяyk·Vαskαяis : Don't encourage her! ]
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lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : Good job Albe!]
Alberdine : 🔪🔪🔪🔪 ]]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : -just does what Dada does-]
Alberdine : I only give the people what they want ]]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : -and Icarus-]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : CAW! Aw, fack!]
Alberdine : 🤣]]
Wαяyk·Vαskαяis : Like father like daughter. ]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : -cackles...broodingly?-]
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Cαrricк·Vαskαris : Awe, my little darling. <3]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : Waryk, your kettle is black.
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : ]*
Wαяyk·Vαskαяis : Of course it is. ]
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Felice : $150. ))
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : ...did I just get a moofing ticket?]
Wαяyk·Vαskαяis : Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200. ]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : ....dammit]
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lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : Welcome back Albe <3]
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Wαяyk·Vαskαяis : Welcome back, my ever so lovely Minnow. ]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : Auntie Ren!]
Alberdine : *stabs some more* 🔪 ]]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : Awe, I can see her calling her wen Im dead]
Wαяyk·Vαskαяis : I like this foreplay. ]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : *snugggggles her little bird niece* ]]
Felice : -Grabs the dice and goes to settle on the side of Harpers bed- ))
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : !~]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : -snuggle fiend!-]
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lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : { Irene was laying on her side in the plush, luxurious toddler bed in the room curated with love by her aunt Wren. She stared out the window, features a still mask of shock. Her doe-like celadon hues watched a bluebird dancing on a branch outside her window, expressionless and lackluster. “This is home now,” she was told in hurried and somewhat bitter tenor by the Wraith who’d taken her from the Pale Elves. He was terrifying— barely alive and raspy. Dark, brooding, and full of something Irene didn’t understand— suffering. She could tell by the way he looked at her that she caused him pain, but she couldn
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : -c
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : couldn’t recognize why. He was tenebrous, cold and distant. But he loved her, that she knew. He cradled her gently, despite being nothing but bones and waspish angles. He respected her fear, and it hurt him that she feared him. But he was proud of her. Irene couldn’t understand the layers of emotion involved with the man, Carrick. She was too young to think in the ways necessary to understand him. Instead, the inconsistency frightened her. There was hate, but also love. There was tenderness, but also hesitation. Bitterness, but joy. Carrick was overwhelmingly cold for a tiny, passionately lively Irene. Ever the little lady, whose fears, tears and trauma were greeted with a cold front of a mother...Irene did one thing well: she kept to herself. And goodness, how she missed Effa. She felt so lonely without her incorporeal comfort to soothe her anxieties and sing her lullabies. Irene wished Effa was there, now. Even though her room was full of lovely things, and her -c
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : bed was that of a princess’, she desperately needed comfort and reassurance. Irene’s little hands were curled, fingertips limp as she stared blankly forward, contemplating birds and wondering what their feathers felt like as a whirring of thoughts ran in the background. Was Mommy ok? What was the lady who’d burst down the door?— not like her and Effa. Not a person. Something much scarier. What was this place? How long did she have to stay? Who was Carrick? What did -fuck- mean?}
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : LOL]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : 😸 ]]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : :3 ]
Wαяyk·Vαskαяis : I like this spawn of yours, Wraith. ]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : =:: Wren was a fixer, she was a healer, but she was at a loss of how to mend this. There was jubilation at the return of her brother and sweet baby Irene, but the classic Vaskaris cloud brought a shade of gray to the joyous celebration. There was a pivotal party missing from the new home that Wren had built. The alluring presence of Daveigha Faust was notably absent and when questioned as to why, her twin tossed up a cold distinct air ,“It is complicated.” Those were the only words she got. Her brother was not one to open up about his feelings, but this was a new wall that she had never experienced. But her persistence won in the end and Carrick told her that he remembered everything. He remembered who she was, he remembered Ophelia, he remembered Irene. All the important dates and people and memories flooded him like a tidal wave. Selfishness brought an outstanding sense of happiness, but she saw the conflict within his eyes. //
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : -preens-]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : She felt the pain in his heart when he spoke of the current situation. But everyone was home (almost), everyone was alive and it was Wren’s new mission to piece the puzzle back together. First and foremost was getting her niece to not fear this new home, and to not fear them. Time drove a wedge that would erase lapses of interactions for Irene, but for the Delphic Healer, she remembered every moment with pristine clarity. From the day the girl was born to the day Wren woke up to find Ophelia gone. Each stitch was woven with perfection so she would never forget it. Family was the one thing she dreamed of as a child, and to have it now, it was as precious as air to her lungs.  There would be a timid knock upon the Irene’s door and Wren would open it just enough to inch herself in. She saw Irene looking out through the window and she spoke softly. “Irene, I have brought us some treats from Del Patro’s Bakery, would you like to come and have some with us?” //
Wяen·Vαskαяis : Wren was holding back. She wanted to do nothing more than wrap the girl in her arms and never let her go, but she could only imagine how jarring all of this was. She was much older when it happened to her and she still had moments where she felt scared. ::=
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : very nice posts, you guys!]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : “FUCK!” the Lord Vaskaris imprecated for the umpeenth time that evening, a long groan of irritation leaving him. Eyes narrowing at the material he was reading. This book he’d picked up prior to Irene’s birth wasn’t going to help him one bit. Chapter after chapter covered burping, feeding, diaper changing …  did she even know how to go to the bathroom by herself? Thin fingers twisted about his dark hair, jaw set. There was so much he needed to learn. He was a father now. And fathers didn’t spend all of their fucking [c]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : time in their study learning how to parent. Instead, they learnt day by day with their precious ones. But how could you be a good guardian if your child flit away at the mere sight of you? Pinching the bridge of his nose, the corporeal specter ended up closing the book and set a spell upon it, directing it toward the already roaring fireplace where its pages curled and dark smoke rose. However, it wasn’t JUST the problem with his parenting. That was the tippy top of the cupcake. What was underneath the pretty frosting? Feelings. SO. [c]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : MANY. FEELINGS. They constricted him. The white dove and the blackbird were no longer. She’d flown from their nest, not just ONCE but TWICE. Wren, his sister, was kind enough to take Irene into her care while he sorted himself out in his study. Most nights he cursed, throwing things around his study … whilst others? They were spent in quiet contemplation. Scotch sometimes ‘aiding’ him to sleep. The Vaskaris household was indeed lively again, but Daveigha’s lacking presence stung his heart. How could he balance [c]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : heartache with his more … profound … … feelings? He missed Ophelia. He missed Daveigha. He was such a goddamn mess. How could he focus on a child, HIS child, when he only ever saw her mother in her? Carrick wanted to look at her with happiness but somberness often accompanied his expression not long after. He desired to hold her, hesitance came instead. Wren could see her brother’s struggle and it was upon her decision that evening to invite him for some sweets. Of course, he was purposely dawdling right now. Slouching into his [c]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : chair at the thought. “She’s three years old.” He said aloud particularly to no one, “Yet, she already has an impression of me and wants nothing to do with me.” Spinning around in his chair, he stared up at the ceiling. Eventually, Wren would be walking into his workspace. Fine, okay, he was going! And geared himself up for his hardest battle yet. “Round five!” He declared and sauntered out from his study. Cool celadon looked toward the top of the staircase where Wren was endeavoring to gather the child in for some sweets. “There’s cake down here! Cookies too! I also see your aunt has made a nice tea!” The mage TRIED his best to sound friendly, but the asperity in his voice said otherwise. [e]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : { Irene heard the quiet footfalls of the Healer outside of her door. Her shoulders tightened, jaw setting as she considered the incoming presence of another unfamiliar face. She squeezed her eyes shut to pretend she hadn’t woken, doing a terrible impression of her sleeping self. As Wren’s voice called out to her in the quiet room, Irene held her breath and listened. She counted in her head ‘One.... Two...Three...Four....Four....Four....treats?’ She let her breath out and her shoulders softened, but she remained quiet as she wagered the pros and cons of responding. She opened one eye, looking out the window. The bird was gone, and she opened the other eye. Her hands curled thoughtfully as she considered...treats. The little bird rolled a little so that she could peek back over her shoulder to the gentle, patient Wren. “Is there little cakes?” she asked with prospective hope. Her interest was piqued. She debated asking if Carrick would be there— she was still anxious about him. -c
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : Just when she considered asking, she heard his voice over the background of the villa, answering her question. Kind of. Her little body flopped over so she was laying on her back in her bed. She lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of her nose in definite irritation. “But are. dey. little?” she asked into the open air, voice a bit raised. Irene’s little hand dropped limply onto her face and she laid there a moment, waiting for the fearsome Wraith to come smite her for her sass. She already knew she’d probably been a little too sassy— but she didn’t care. Once peak insanity surrounded her, anything out of character suddenly seemed a bit less awful. When she opened her eyes, Irene turned her cheek to the bed so that she was looking at Wren. She seemed resigned. “Can you tell him to be nice? He’s being a turkey.” she said, frowning as she said it. Obviously, she knew he was irate and conflicted. She just assumed it meant he was a jerk. But jerk was -c
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : I AM ALWAYS NICE -despairs-]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : to you, I mean -despairs-]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : an unladylike thing to say. So...turkey it was. She’d eventually crawl off the edge of her bed and tip toe toward Wren. She raised a hand to collect the Healer’s, pressing herself close and squeezing her hand. “You come too?” she asked, eyebrows raising hopefully. She didn’t want to go alone, and she liked Wren so far. She was the nicest. But she was quiet and Irene wasn’t sure what to make of her just yet...she was Carrick’s sister.}
Wяen·Vαskαяis : lmao a turrrkey ]]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : I AM NOT A TURKEY]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : bok bok]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : We all birds here! song bird, little bird and le turkey 🤣 ]]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : I am a fucking crow. I shit on your turkey]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : fuckin’ shit, fuckin’ shit!]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : I think turkeys are just a crotchety as crows , all this time we were wrong ]]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : ... omg]
Felice : Does that mean Faust eats Crow? ))
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : no]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : XD * shoves pastry at Felice * shhhs you ]]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : =:: There was something so incredibly endearing about her brother trying to be as sweet as the pastries he loved to inhale. His voice carried upwards to the little bird and song bird, and while the placement was done with good intentions, she was worried it would have her niece recoil back to the fear and confusion. Luckily for all of them, Irene was her brother’s daughter and the apple did not fall far from the tree. Seeing her pinch her nose in that exasperated way that she had seen her twin do often [except with more cursing], she smiled a soft and warming expression. The tiny girl gave out the Vaskaris  sass like the best of them. “Yes they are little.” Her tone continued with determination to extend nothing but comfort. Seeing her peak up and finally peel her little frame from the bed, small hands grasping her fingers, Wren had to compose herself to not be some bumbling idiot. Hearing Irene call her father a turkey did help. //
Wяen·Vαskαяis : Letting out a laugh, she captured this image of her brother strutting about like the large feathered fowl. Truthfully, Irene may have been onto something. “Of course I am going to come. I promise I will keep our beloved turkey in line. If he is mean, you will see me be mean auntie for you.” Squeezing back at the pact made, she was thrilled to finally get the girl out of her room willingly and to join Carrick. Soon the two birds appeared coming down the stairs and curling around to find the parlor. There would be a small buffet including the tiny cakes covered in white fondant, decorated with blue and green hand piped flowers. Chocolate glazed eclairs and pink strawberry flavored macarons. “Oh good the turkey hasn’t started without us!” She would look to Irene and give another reassuring hand squeeze and wink as they now stood before Carrick. ::=
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : yaaaaaaaas turkey train!]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : 🦃 ]]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : this is NOT a thing OMG]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : Pocketing his hands, Carrick decided to haunt the end of the staircase. An anxious glance being given every now and then toward the little bird holed up in her room. And what he heard beyond those steps made him grin complacently. “Then get down here, Beastie, and find out for yourself!” Tipping his chin up arrogantly, his celadon eyes sharpened the moment Irene appeared with her aunt at the top of the stairs. Yep. This was his child. He’d have a rocky start with her, he knew that. An idealist expected things to just [c]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : fall in place. But he wasn’t an idealist. He was a cantankerous, volatile man but a father first and foremost. It was no doubt Irene’s needs came first, and while his heart ached at the idea of the Ethereal Dove having nothing to do with their child’s life … he knew he didn’t need her. Because he’d be a DAMN good father, WITHOUT that cunt. Down the steps Wren and Irene ambled, but what made him lose his grin was when he was called a turkey. “...turkey?” He repeated, staring at Wren. Her mien suggested he play along and he [c]
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Cαrricк·Vαskαris : begrudgingly acquiesced. “OI! I always wait for ladies. Such is what common gentry do, no?” His cheeks became stained with red and with a nonchalant offer of his hand, he sought to take hold of Irene’s hand. If she didn’t take it, he’d only step back and then walk around the table covered in fine desserts whereupon he scooted the plate of small cakes towards her first. “...the ones with the fruit on top are best.” His voice was unusually light and --- TAPTAPTAP! “The fuc -- …. Ahem. What was that?” Looking to the window, Carrick’s brows rose. Icarus was standing there. “Look who has decided to join us after a week long [c]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : absence.” Walking across the room, he opened the window. And what happened next was quite unexpected, three little crows fell in after Icarus. Waddling closely behind him until they stopped just short of the table of where all the sweets were all laid out. They cheeped, their beaks pecking at their father’s taloned feet. “What. The. Hell.” Now, see. THAT kind of reaction was merited. “Icarus, are these your children??” Carrick could only stare but the three little crows followed in line shortly after their bird father, only now surrounding Irene and Wren. Icarus, who had been quiet till now, simply jumped up onto the table and tipped his feathered head in a way as if to say ‘They are your problem now'; a loud caw following. [e]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : YES]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : 😍 ]]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : { Irene grinned sheepishly up at Wren as she acquiesced to the assertion that Carrick was indeed— a turkey. Wren’s laughter was unlike any sound Irene had come to know. It was warm, distinct, and comforting. There was true joy in the healer amidst sorrow and chaos. Her consistency and warmth drew the little one in like a moth to flame. As Wren persisted, insisting that Carrick’s foul mood would be met with retribution, pleased the little bird. Irene followed Wren closely, hiding most of herself behind the woman
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : -c
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : woman’s legs as they drew nearer to the neatly laid out table. Her little button nose, sharp celadon hues and cinnamon features hid under a curtain of umber waves. She watched Carrick with skepticism. Was she to be the Beastie? Would the songbird tattle on her for the Turkey moniker? Would he be angry with her? Her sass fizzled a little as they came into view. Less brazen, more skeptical. She eyed the desserts and tea. REAL tea! Not the imaginary kind. She was going to have to be careful not to spill on these new clothes. Would Wren and Carrick get angry like Mama bird when she made accidents with her food and drink? She had so many nice new dresses...she almost felt paralyzed by her own excitement and fear of making a mistake. She already felt she was on thin ice. Irene lingered close to Wren once they came closer to Carrick. She was too short to see up over the table now, so the treats were out of view. Her father offered a hand, appearing -c
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : reluctant...or something else she couldn’t identify. He wanted to hold her hand, but she tilted her head, glancing up at Wren for reassurance. Her brows knitted as she considered the gesture, mostly afraid that hed’d scoop her up and make off with her again and she’d never see Wren again. Irrational fear. Irene was full of it. She’d continue to hold her Healer’s hand, while reaching out gingerly toward Carrick’s offered hand. She clung to Wren’s hand, gesture begging her not to let go. She’d hold both. As he guided her around the table, she held onto both of their hands, pushing herself onto her tippy-toes to gaze over the edge of the table as he identified his favorites. He seemed happy. “Is dat your favorite?” she asked, already considering letting Carrick have the ones he pointed out— conscientious not to take what others may prefer: add that to the list of learned behaviors for a toddler due to a stubborn, willful mother who gave no other option. -c
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : Bonus, she was potty trained. The sudden clacking at the window sent Irene into a startle, little shoulders perking up on either side of her head as she turned toward the sound and squeezed both Carrick and Wren’s hands. She squeaked in surprise, and then once she laid eyes on the bird she shrieked with delight. “Bird!” she announced in time with Carrick’s exclaimation ‘The fuc—‘, there was that word again! She liked it, it was hard sounding and snappy. And then ‘What. The.Hell.’ Ooh! Another new word. Hell. Irene’s shoulders relaxed as she slowly glanced past her father and aunt’s legs to watch the tiny murder fall into the window. “BABY BIRDS!” she announced with unadulterated, sheer glee. Completely derailed by the sudden appearance of the little black fluff balls. Icarus flew onto the table, but went unnoticed by Irene. She was mesmerized by the small crows. “Ohhhh...” she gushed, releasing both of her humans’ hands to curl up and wrap her hands around her knees, eyes wide -c
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : NO LITTLE IRENE DON'T USE IT]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : with rapt fascination. She wanted to touch them SO BADLY, but she knew it might ruin her pretty dress. “I wanna...” she started, bouncing in place as she looked over her shoulder at Wren and Carrick, “I wanna fuckin’ touch dem!”}
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : OMG]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : I AM A BAD FATHER]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : Calm down, it’s only my first curse word.]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : LOOOL]]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : and it'll be your last!!
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : ]*
Wяen·Vαskαяis : =:: There was a protective nature that Wren had over Irene. Guilt that she had let Ophelia take her and guilt that she failed in finding her. She would wish to make her niece experience no more chaos or feel no more pain. The physical impression of Irene hovering so closely to her, made the abjurationist keenly aware of just how bad her time with Ophelia had to be, and that made the healer’s heart harden toward her own conflicted emotions about her cousin. Her hand never once left the hand of the little bird. She most likely wouldn’t let go, even if Irene wanted her to, but it was not for a lack of faith in her twin. Many that knew the cantankerous evoker would think he would not have the temperament to be a father, but Wren had always known that his heart was in fact built for it. Perhaps it was because they were twins and she felt they shared the same spirit. Past all his “screw yous” and “piss offs”, there was a heart that wished to love. //
Wяen·Vαskαяis : There was no other explanation as to why he opened his arms to her as he did when they first met or how he even missed the Dove now. Her brother was going to be an amazing father, but like all foreign things , it was going to take steps to progress and refine. Cutting back on his swearing was one thing that she had told him to be more mindful of and at least he was trying, the last syllable of his favorite four letter word quickly cut off.  And just as Carrick has his trademark expressions, so did Wren. Hers were about to revealed to her niece, along with it the discovery that they both shared that same glee. Hearing the tap tap tap on the window, steady eyes watched the feathered little puff balls saunter in after Icarus, Wren could only do one thing but squeal with her niece. Wren had already forced her affections onto the crow in ways that were not appreciated by it, but these little babies were going to be smothered with blind love. //
Wяen·Vαskαяis : along with the discovery* ]]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : Seeing the grasp of Irene’s hand disappear, the gushing question started to melt her heart, that was until the clear enunciation of “fuckin” was made. Wren did not skip a beat to turn her head and give her brother the best mean look she had, which was most people’s nice expression. “I told you she would pick up on it brother!” Wren would cross her arms over her chest, but attentions would fall rather quickly back to the black birds. Irene would find her aunt to scoot closer to her and the little creatures. Taking a seat down on the floor next her niece, arms extended her to sit down either on her lap or next to her. Grabbing Icarus’ chirping offspring gently, she would place them in Irene’s lap. “Let’s name them!”. It was whirlwind of activity that none of them were prepared for. And while Wren was catering to Irene, she knew her brother would be left biting back another f bomb and cursing those “cunty sisters of fate” yet again. //
Wяen·Vαskαяis : At least she hoped he wouldn’t vocalize it. Explaining to a three year the word fuck was going to be hard enough, “cunt” was not something she was sure she could do. ::=
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : lololol]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : bahhahhaha]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : The pallid mage’s hand was chilly compared to that of his child’s, but he felt her incorporeal warmth inherited from her mother and offered a gentle smile. It was an oddity to see those deep frown lines of Carrick’s turn into something pleasant [for once] and upon Irene’s meek inquiry about which sweets he preferred. He answered. “Yes, it is one of my favorites.” He murmured quietly, “Anything with a gooey center and fruit on top. Pastries are my absolute favorite though.” Steady as the evening was unfolding, [c]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : hang on]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : The pallid mage’s hand was chilly compared to that of his child’s, but he felt her incorporeal warmth inherited from her mother and offered a gentle smile. It was an oddity to see those deep frown lines of Carrick’s turn into something pleasant [for once] and upon Irene’s meek inquiry about which sweets he preferred, he answered. “Yes, it is one of my favorites.” He murmured quietly, “Anything with a gooey center and fruit on top. Pastries are my absolute favorite though.” Steady as the evening was unfolding, [c] [for word correction]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : the fates always had a surprise for Carrick Vaskaris. That surprise happening with the appearance of Icarus and his children. As if one bird wasn’t a mess to deal within their newly established abode, now they had THREE more to deal with??? Urrrgh. The evoker felt a headache begin to come on. Dealing with his recovering memory, his love life, his daughter, and NOW his vassal’s spawn … it felt overwhelming. Did they all three possess the same powers as his companion? And if so, how was he to wield them? The [c]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : scholar began to toil within Carrick, the cogs of his mind turning until he halted. Daveigha would have already scooped them all up by now, naming them, doting upon them as she fed them berries -- loudly proclaiming how proud she was of Icarus. But … … she wasn’t here. The lack of her presence brought unspoken anguish to the patrician’s heart and he tried to smear away the pain. SUDDENLY, what captivated his attention next were the words flying right out of his elated daughter’s mouth. A normal [c]
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Cαrricк·Vαskαris : parent would have scolded her but he was anything but quotidian. He praised her buoyant laughter instead, “YES, my Beastie!” he cooed, fingers reaching out to run through her downy locks if she didn’t cower from him, “You can touch them as much as you wish. That’s why clothes can be cleaned or … bought.” Shit. He didn’t think about getting her some light summer dresses. All of what they currently owned was given to them by some of Wren’s noble friends at court. His child needed new clothes but he hardly [c]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : knew where to acquire them. Annnd, there came his sister’s chiding voice. He squinted an eye. “LOOK, she’s my child. I know she’s going to curse!” He countered defensively, huffing as he reached out to one of the mini cakes and shoved it into his mouth. Midchew, he looked toward the girls fawning over the three little puff balls. “They are not staying inside. We’re going to make a suitable space for them in the gardens because I don’t want our house smelling like bird sh-- … feces.” He bit his tongue. Getting used to a child’s presence was challenging for the daily cursing sailor. [c]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : >.>]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : <_<]
Felice : May as well teach her to speak it properly Carrick ))
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : Cheep cheep cheep! Went the stupid birds. BIRDS. FUCKING PLURAL! Carrick pressed a palm over his face. Peeking through the crevices of his fingers, he watched as Icarus hopped down from the table and attempt to herd his spawn. However, it didn’t go as he planned. Hah, irony, the Wraith thought. Those three little crows could fly and they hopped up onto the table, getting close to Irene. However, it was as soon as one of them were touched by her dimpled hand that the small crow became alight with fire. “HOLY SHIT!” Carrick rasped. [c]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : 🔥🔥🔥
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : ]*
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : He twisted his fingers to form a seal and attempt to stop the fire from spreading, but it wasn’t just that one crow that was flaming. To the mage’s bewilderment, two more followed after! “WREN! ARE Y - you… are you fucking watching this?! INVOKE A SHIELD!” Censoring himself was the least of Carrick’s problems in front of Irene as the three puffballs approached her, flaming and all~ “STOP!” He said frantically, asperous voice becoming errant. He didn’t want to lose his [c]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : child because his fat ass bird decided to be fatuous and have spawn he couldn’t control! But what followed had the spindly mage’s knees buckling from underneath him, and he landed to the carpet, completely floored. Those three little babies perched themselves upon Irene’s body in different areas as if it was nothing. The flames emitted from the crows’ bodies was not just ANY flame, it was infused with eldritch property and Carrick could sense that now. And while relief washed his face, such was temporary as the set of desserts upon the table were on fire. “...wasted.” He bemoaned the loss of those pastries and turning toward his daughter, he reached out to her to gather her against his chest. With his hand upon her head, he murmured into her hair, “My Beastie. Let’s go out for sweets instead.” A grin now emerged upon his thin lips. [e]
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lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : my heaaaaart]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : LOL]
Wяen·Vαskαяis : 😍🤣]]
Alberdine is away.
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : Vaskaris servants: I am fucking quitting this job. I'm out]
lrԑnԑ·Vαskαris : Irene: “Fuck off! Bye! Have nice day!”]
Cαrricк·Vαskαris : LOL]
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