kratos ✗ 002
Who: Kratos and Lloyd
Where: Espoir, Kratos' Cottage (back-dated to a few days after Lloyd's fight)
Style: First, is that okay, Nivi?
Status: Closed, but ping us if you want in?
[ It was a few days after that horrendous afternoon where Kratos had to witness his son, bloodied and bruised, broadcasted over a small screen, at the hands of some inhuman, vile, wretch. It was safe to say that without healing spells, without mana, Lloyd would have either slipped into a coma, or worse.
But he, and despite his best attempts not to give the Idiot Chosen credit, and Zelos had been there to save the day, and with that they were able to protect their comrade. Protect him enough where he only had a few broken ribs, bones, and was assigned to bed rest for at least a week, perhaps longer, as Kratos saw fit. Which meant he was watching over his son with hawk eyes.
When he could. That wasn't to say Kratos realized how stealth Lloyd had become in his teenage years. He wasn't a young child anymore.
Which brought up a whole other issue. Did Lloyd still like...chicken soup?
He stood awkwardly at the entrance to the spare bedroom with a small bowl in hand, contemplating. Had Lloyd really said 'Dad'? He must have misheard him in the chaos. There was no way for Lloyd to know. He had made CERTAIN of it.
Just as certain as that was the soup getting cool to the touch in Kratos' hands as he displayed the nerves of a young girl, uncertain whether to enter the room or not. ]
Where: Espoir, Kratos' Cottage (back-dated to a few days after Lloyd's fight)
Style: First, is that okay, Nivi?
Status: Closed, but ping us if you want in?
[ It was a few days after that horrendous afternoon where Kratos had to witness his son, bloodied and bruised, broadcasted over a small screen, at the hands of some inhuman, vile, wretch. It was safe to say that without healing spells, without mana, Lloyd would have either slipped into a coma, or worse.
But he, and despite his best attempts not to give the Idiot Chosen credit, and Zelos had been there to save the day, and with that they were able to protect their comrade. Protect him enough where he only had a few broken ribs, bones, and was assigned to bed rest for at least a week, perhaps longer, as Kratos saw fit. Which meant he was watching over his son with hawk eyes.
When he could. That wasn't to say Kratos realized how stealth Lloyd had become in his teenage years. He wasn't a young child anymore.
Which brought up a whole other issue. Did Lloyd still like...chicken soup?
He stood awkwardly at the entrance to the spare bedroom with a small bowl in hand, contemplating. Had Lloyd really said 'Dad'? He must have misheard him in the chaos. There was no way for Lloyd to know. He had made CERTAIN of it.
Just as certain as that was the soup getting cool to the touch in Kratos' hands as he displayed the nerves of a young girl, uncertain whether to enter the room or not. ]