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Cinnamon Swirl - Ties That Bind
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Timeframe : 1260
True friends stab you in the front; you've got my throat
And all I know is on the floor
_____- Axium "On the Floor"
“Do you want to hold him?” Rune settled himself on the stoop beside him, whimpering bundle clutched against his chest.
“I…I’ll pass,” said Kairn.
The baby let out a squeaky sigh, and Rune ran one long, spindly hand around his tiny head. “I think he’s going to need you,” he said, his eyes never leaving the boy.
“It’s just… It’s hard to even look at him. I mean, Shasa…” Putting words to it was like a rock in his stomach. It felt so petty, being angry at a baby. It was Sethan he really wanted to hurt. “He looks just like his father. If he‘d never used her like he did, she‘d still…”
“You know,” said Rune, with another soft stroke of the infant’s head that brought on a sort of content burble, “loving the boy doesn’t mean you condone your sister’s death.”
Kairn started to open his mouth to say that wasn’t at all what he felt, that such an idea was ridiculous, but it stuck in his throat.
Rune was staring at him now, all solemn and concerned. “Trust me, he’ll make more than enough guilt for himself. Just…hold him?”
The bundle was coming his way before he could even consider looking for a different sort of protest. All his sputtering died as he found himself gaing into the softest pair of big blue eyes he’d ever seen.
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1260
True friends stab you in the front; you've got my throat
And all I know is on the floor
_____- Axium "On the Floor"
“Do you want to hold him?” Rune settled himself on the stoop beside him, whimpering bundle clutched against his chest.
“I…I’ll pass,” said Kairn.
The baby let out a squeaky sigh, and Rune ran one long, spindly hand around his tiny head. “I think he’s going to need you,” he said, his eyes never leaving the boy.
“It’s just… It’s hard to even look at him. I mean, Shasa…” Putting words to it was like a rock in his stomach. It felt so petty, being angry at a baby. It was Sethan he really wanted to hurt. “He looks just like his father. If he‘d never used her like he did, she‘d still…”
“You know,” said Rune, with another soft stroke of the infant’s head that brought on a sort of content burble, “loving the boy doesn’t mean you condone your sister’s death.”
Kairn started to open his mouth to say that wasn’t at all what he felt, that such an idea was ridiculous, but it stuck in his throat.
Rune was staring at him now, all solemn and concerned. “Trust me, he’ll make more than enough guilt for himself. Just…hold him?”
The bundle was coming his way before he could even consider looking for a different sort of protest. All his sputtering died as he found himself gaing into the softest pair of big blue eyes he’d ever seen.