Burning Till the End

[PRIVATE] Burning Till the End

Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598

Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE

Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk

07-05-2017, 08:49 AM

Now it was the gold’s time to fear. He sees his son cringe. The leafen starred head tuck and body seize up with fear. No, no, no- Not again. Images of his own son bursting into flames flash in his mind. It burned his own soul to see it just as much as it burned the young one in front of him. Not to mention….Hotaru would kill him if he caused it. “It’s alright, Galahad-.” Harks twist back unused to such comforting. Even Haldir nudges into the gold’s mind at noting the changes, but the gold was far to absorbed in the tiny pale creature below him. He and Hotaru were so strong, so solid….how had they created this? This frail shriveling creature. He wanted to yell, to shake the colt about and try to rattle some sense in him. Then again, that is what ~~his father~~ Celeborn had done…and Celeborn was not a shining example to be followed.

The moments, having sped so fast seem to slow, the shivering at least stopped, and the gold releases a breath he had not realized he hitched. In relief the crowned head drops further, coming to his small child. It was jaunty move and full of awkwardness. Ever strange to trying to calm someone down…he was much better at the opposite. But the small defenseless thing before him could call upon anything of the gold and it would be his. So the nose of the gold lowers to the child, attempts to brush the babe’s shoulder, and pull it from its cocoon.

When the babe answers, its voice still drawing every line in the gold’s mind at the novelty, he feels a sigh escape him unbidden, letting it roll over the child. It is not relief though. His own child could not sleep. Earth eyes close for a moment, letting himself have one moment of a wish. A wish many parents give….that his own son could know a night’s peacefully sleep. Yet given the gold’s own night wanderings, a level of sympathy bleeds through. He knew how cold and lonely those nights were, how tortuous.

“Why Galahad?” The golden asks. His voice also sounding increasingly weary. “Why can you not sleep?”He could probably have guessed, but prayed it something simpler like… an imaginary pixie or Hotaru snored too loud.

It was at this point Haldir finally seemed to remember what world he was in. ’Galahad gone.’ It was hard to hide from his son the massive eye roll before cluing the stag in and telling the world’s worst babysitter to sit this one out.

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