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| Play Date: Part Un | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 3 2014, 02:02 AM (373 Views) | |
| Colossus | Aug 3 2014, 02:02 AM Post #1 |
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July 29, 2014 4:45pm The Russell Cabin _____________________ <Tree!> Nuya squealed as he waddled ahead of Piotr and pointed to one of the many on the grounds. <Da, is tree. Now, can we say it in English?> Piotr signed the words in form of sign language that Nuya's native tribe used. It was strange, teaching a language to a child. Teaching two at the same time while being taught one was a nightmare. But from the lessons Piotr took from Doug and Alex Summers, two experts of the language, in Piotr's mind, he was picking up quickly enough. Progress wit Russian and English for Nuya was slower, but that was more because the kid was two, and didn't have an unyieldingly commanding grasp over vocal language yet than it was about him not understanding. "T- T- T'ee!" Nuya stuttered. That was another strange thing. He didn't stutter in Russian, though some words were as yet still too complex. And any spoken word that was native to the Fall People was perfect coming out of his mouth. But English was just kicking his son's ass, metaphorically speaking. "Very good." Piotr both spoke and signed, causing his son to laugh again. Despite the first couple weeks where everything new made Nuya cry and huddle closer to Sarah or Piotr, the youngest Rasputin was a happy child. Which was why Piotr was on a mission today. He was going to introduce Nuya to Greg. Rahne and Jack's son. Granted, there was an age difference, Greg being about five months old and Nuya being nearly two years old, but on campus, the cubby was closest in age to Pete's son. Piotr also planned on arranging a play date with Nate Summers... eventually. Should this little adventure go well. <Go ahead, Nuya, knock on the door, son.> Colossus encouraged when the two arrived at Rahne's cabin. "D-Da-Dada n-no go?" Nuya said, suddenly looking worried that Piotr was going to leave him here. The look on his face heralded a coming cry, and Piotr stopped to hug the kid. "Of course I'm coming in with you. How am I going to get to play too if I don't come inside?" "'K-kay." He still didn't look convinced, but Nuya walked up and knocked on the door, his little fist making only a little sound. And because he was still not sure, he turned to make sure his father didn't leave. "Now, remember, be nice and tell them hello like we practiced, ok?" <Ok, Dada> Nuya signed, nervous enough at meeting new people to return to his native form of speech. |
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| Wolfsbane | Aug 3 2014, 04:24 AM Post #2 |
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How things changed. It wasn't all that long ago that Rahne and Jack were practically the only parents on this school's campus. And now, all of a sudden, there was Piotr Rasputin's boy. A boy he had had when they were all in the Savage Land, somehow. Well, there was that time when he left for... for something. Goodness, how crazy life got sometimes. And now it was time to meet this boy. He had been here for a few months now, and Greg was here for a few months too, grown a bit and more settled into a life routine. His parents were more used to him, and were learning him. Only now his mother was trying to restrain him a bit. "Greg, settle dow- Greg!" Rahne called out as her baby son bounded around their living room on all fours, knocking over a dinner chair on his way, one which his mother barely managed to catch before it crashed on the floor. And all the while, he laughed, a barking laugh much like his own mother's, but younger, higher pitched, a bit faster. He was a spirited baby, full of energy unbound, especially now that his body was strong enough to move around under its own power. It was as if he knew that she couldn't catch him if he made sure she had to keep catching things that he knocked over, so she pushed one surge ahead as bumped into the coffee table, ignoring the stack of books that was now falling over as she scooped him up into a strong, russet-fur covered arm, the werewolf baby held inside squirming and giggling with delight, this game of "Frustrate Mommy" being one of his favorites. "I win, don't I? Aye, I do, I win the game," Rahne teased her son as he settled into her arms, looking for all the world like she had done anything but win the game. "No, no, I know - you won, didn't ye? You always win, Greggy boy. 'Tis hardly fair, I tell ye." And then the door. A knock, a light tapping low on the door. Greg's nose twitched, taking in a new scent. "That's right, m' boy, we've - got company," Rahne said with a smirk before opening the door, pulling it in towards her. "Well, hello there," Rahne said with a smile on her face as she looked down to the young boy who stood before her. He surely did look like his father, no doubt about that. "Come on in, come on in," she said, stepping aside to allow the boy and his dad access. "Nuya, aye? Handsome lad, you are. Pleasure t' meet ye." She glanced over to Piotr, eyebrows raised, a small smile in the corners of her mouth as her tail gently swayed back and forth. |
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| Colossus | Aug 5 2014, 01:30 AM Post #3 |
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To say that Nuya was startled at the presence of the beings that opened their door to him would be an understatement. His eyes got huge as he saw the wolf woman and her own son. Taking a step back, Nuya had Piotr worried that he was about to regret this idea. But his son didn't cry, or run, or anything. He just stared, listening to the woman talk to him in a funny way. Like Papa's funny way, but different all the same. All in all, the woman looked kind of like the ladies around the school that Nuya had met so far. Exotic, nice, and they all smelled good. that this woman reminded him of the tsulla packs back home didn't bother him at all. The tsulla could be great friends if treated well, his mommy always told him to be nice to the puppies. Then his eyes lit up, realizing his dad was waiting on him to say hello. "H-hi... Am N-N-Nu..." Frustrated, the boy took a moment before resuming. "Hi, am Nuya." "Very good, Nuya." Piotr said, meeting Rahne's eyes, "He's picking all this up faster than I ever did. Still, he takes to speaking in Fall People when he gets excited, or scared, or angry." The two Rasputins politely entered as Rahne motioned them in, and Pete looked around. The Russell household was homey, rustic, and it felt pure. It was like the house Piotr some day wanted for himself. Like the house he grew up in. A real family house. He turned and smiled at Rahne even as Nuya looked around for himself. "Haven't been in here in a while." Then something popped into Pete's mind, "the dragon here?" That dragon, that dragon was something from Nuya's homeland. Piotr didn't know if the kid knew that or not, considering the near extinction level event that happened to the thing's species when the Brood took them over and most of them died. But maybe he knew of the little creatures. Maybe he'd see that home wasn't truly that far away. But Nuya had other plans. He was looking at the little boy covered in fur in Rahne's arms. "B-Boy?" Nuya asked, clearly interested in meeting the child. |
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| Wolfsbane | Aug 5 2014, 02:31 AM Post #4 |
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Rahne frowned for a brief second at Nuya's apparent fear of her. She hadn't expected this. He was used to dinosaurs, wasn't he? Creatures far more intimidating than her, so surely she wasn't - oh, there we go. "Hullo, Nuya," Rahne said with a nod of her head, stepping aside to let father and son inside. The living room area was a bit scattershot at the moment, a pile of books fallen next to the coffee table, a few bite-marked rubber chew toys scattered about the room. "Sorry about the mess. He's a bit... spirited in play." Greg struggled a bit in his mother's arms, straining to turn around to get a better look at the new kid. "Come on out back, we've got a fenced-in play area set up. Nae much out there yet, but Greg does love his football. I mean a real football." Rahne led the way to the back door, a glass sliding door, and opened it up with a hiss of smooth sliding door motion, stepping out and glancing back to Piotr and Nuya with a smile and a tilt of her head towards the backyard, a sign for them to follow. "Lockheed's rather free-spirited, Piotr," Rahne said with a smirk. "He knows to stay on campus grounds, but beyond that, he comes an' goes as he pleases. Though now that I've mentioned him, he may well decide t' make an appearance." The backyard was relatively sparse at the moment, with a small plastic slide, and a soccer ball within the enclosed fenced-in area. She figured they'd upgrade and expand as Greg got older. "Aye, this is muh boy, Greg," Rahne said to Nuya who approached curiously as she crouched down enough for him to see the little wolf-baby in her arms. Greg leaned towards him, brow furrowed a bit, nose twitching as he took in the new kid's scent. "He's still small, but he's strong, an' quick, so we need t' be careful with 'em," she set Greg down on the ground, and he clumsily found his quadrupedal footing and advanced towards Nuya, smelling his feet cautiously. "Go ahead an' play. He'll follow," Rahne said with a smirk and a gesturing arm towards the slide. "So ye're a da, aye? How'd that come about?" she asked Piotr once the boys were on their way. |
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| Colossus | Aug 21 2014, 01:42 AM Post #5 |
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Cameo by Lockheed _____________________ Her voice was funny. Nuya liked it more and more as he listened to it.Piotr, on the other hand, noticed the familiarity in how the living room area was a bit scattered with debris from a child tornado. He'd begun to see it in his own home all too often. There lay a pile of books next to the coffee table, chew toys and furniture covered in scratches and teeth marks. "Sorry about the mess..." "Oh don't mention it, Rahne. My place looks even worse. Heheh, you should have seen it the day Sarah popped in to say hi. Things were stashed and strewn in places that made no sense at all. I found a baseball and a sock in the refrigerator. I didn't even know I had a baseball." Greg struggled in his mother's arms, and Piotr grinned. "He's getting big, Rahney." "Come on out back..." Piotr and Nuya followed Greg and Rahne out their back door, the older Rasputin returning the Scot's smile as he surveyed the area. Somewhere in the woods, Lockheed's connection with Rahne pinged in his mind. He was being spoken of. Which was a perfectly understandable thing, in the reptile's opinion. Why, he was amazing, who wouldn't want to speak to him. But what exactly were they saying? Oh, oh that's what's going on. Lockheed brazenly read Rahne's guest's mind, seeing that it was the metal Russian, with a kid. A kid from Lockheed's home! Well, what better time to show himself than to go and play with this 'Nuya' and his newest bestest best friend of all time, Greg? Finishing up his secret squirrel snack, one which was taboo the closer he got to the mansion, but not so bad this far remote, he cleaned his chops and winged his way into the air toward the Russel home. His home. Nuya had no idea who 'Lockheed' was, and he didn't really care; there was another kid here, and he wanted to play. But the two big people were talking about him, taking up the boy's precious time, and he sighed at having to wait. Finally, he decided to speak to Rahne and she answered him kindly. "Aye, this is muh boy, Greg," Rahne said as she crouched down enough for Nuya to see the baby in her arms. Greg leaned towards the Savage Land child, who mimicked his actions, furrowing his own brow and sniffing back. Not having a superior sense of smell, he didn't really learn anything from sniffing, other than smelling whatever shampoo Rahne must have used on the child. "He's still small, but he's strong... need t' be careful with 'em," as she set the boy down and Greg began to more closely inspect his guest, Nuya nodded solemnly. "O-ok. C-can be ca-ca'ful wit Gr... wit Grr." It was a hard name. Well, maybe not hard, but definitely one that he was not used to practising. Surely he'd get it before 'Grr' became a solid nickname. Nuya started off toward the slide, as the wolf-mother indicated, and all thoughts of the adults were gone as playtime with someone not Papa or Duma began. "So ye're a da...?" "Da, is... is strange tale. I don't know if you remember the time in Utopia when I disappeared, and the locals brought me back poisoned and unconscious? Well, when I was away, I saved the daughter of a tribe's shaman and a friend of hers and a hunting party. I didn't really save them, I just put the finishing strike on a dinosaur they were trying to turn into food." He sat on the steps, and grinned, continuing his story. "After that, I passed out from a wound I got off one of those giant rodent monsters. Next thin I kind of remember, was waking up in a bed with the two women. Then I woke up in the infirmary... Well, when Avery and Clarice and I went on that mission searching for magneto a while back, we somehow made it to the Savage Lands. Where I met the shaman's daughter that I saved... And her son. My son." |
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| Wolfsbane | Aug 22 2014, 03:10 AM Post #6 |
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"Aye. Gettin' big, gettin' feisty," Rahne said with a chuckle, watching as the boys toddled out into the back yard, Greg's four-legged gait clumsy and imprecise, but enthusiastic and bounding anyway. There were times she worried that he was developing more animal than person, but... well, he was still so young yet. And human beings had physical development much slower than wolves. Someday, his human half would catch up. She was sure of that. Greg immediately pounced on his soccer ball, little tail wagging as he did. It didn't matter to him that the spherical shape of the ball prevented him from really getting a good grip on it, and it didn't matter to him that immediately upon contact with the ball he toppled over and fell to his side, the ball rolling away from him. It was fun, that was all that mattered. And while the boys played, Rahne stayed back, watching from a safe distance and letting them be for the time. Letting them have a bit of fun. And making sure that Greg didn't accidentally claw Nuya or give him a little playful bite. Rahne's left eyebrow raised as Piotr told the story as he knew it, frowning slightly. The Savage Land, yes, that would be about the right time frame, and Avery had mentioned that things got strange there, including finding the boy, but... the details Piotr was giving her right now? They were... disturbing, if she was honest with herself. And she always tried to be honest with herself. Self-deception was a bitch and a half. "Piotr... what ye're tellin' me..." Rahne glanced aside, frowning, before lowering her voice a significant few levels in volume, to a whisper. "I hate to even think of it this way... but it sounds like ye're tellin' me you were raped, Piotr..." |
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| Colossus | Aug 27 2014, 03:42 AM Post #7 |
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"Piotr... what ye're tellin' me... it sounds like... you were raped, Piotr..." Like you were raped. You were raped. Piotr. You were raped. The world seemed to fade away as the words rang through Piotr's mind, seeping into his thoughts, painting what he knew of the events that resulted in this child in front of him in a whole new light. A sinister shade overtook what was originally simple memories harboring a wondrous story. It made him suddenly look at the child differently. This child had been a stranger to him. A person created by taking something of Piotr's without his consent. A secret held until the last possible moment when he was thrust upon with the responsibility of keeping this stranger alive. It turned his stomach to think about the events that took place when he looked at his son. Turned his stomach that he couldn't even see his son when he looked. All he saw was the memories. He didn't want to be a father, and now he suddenly had to be, for a woman's child that he had never asked for. Nobody had asked for his opinion, his desire, and yet here was his own flesh and blood. "I..." His mouth closed. He wanted to vomit because just looking at his child invoked these new feelings paired too the memories in his mind. Something in Nuya probably felt a change in the air. Something was wrong with Papa and somehow, it had something to do with him. He stopped playing for just a moment to look at his father. "P-pa-papa?" He said, taking a step closer to the older Rasputin. "No. Hush. You... You just stay over there... You just keep playing, Nuya." Piotr said, his words neutral as he rose, stepping away from his kid. He looked at Rahne, something in his eyes cold and hurt. He hated what Rahne said, because it made him realize what had happened. But more, he hated that right now he couldn't even look at his boy. "I... I need some air. I can't be here right now. I... I'll be right back." And he went inside, through her house and out the front door. His plan was to walk further into the woods and just wreck something. But he was stopped by a purple dragon hissing at him. Lockheed had never promised anyone that he wouldn't use his mental gifts on anyone just for funsies. It was his gift. He'd grown up with it, and nobody else had helped him learn it. So nobody could tell him what was right or wrong in how to use what was his. So when he felt everything turning dark and angry inside the Russian's head, he changed direction and cut the retreating man off before he could get away. ::Rahne! He's not happy! He's gonna freak out and hurt himself, possibly something or someone else, I can see it! This man can't be by himself right now!:: Lockheed could feel this wasn't about Piotr feeling like he couldn't be a father, or about how he suddenly hated his child. This was about the fact that Piotr suddenly hated the circumstances that brought him his own kid, and that the metal mutant didn't want to be around him while his son was nothing but a reminder. The pain inside the man's soul, that was something Lockheed couldn't abide. The flying purple lizard had spent too much time connected to Rahne's mind to allow it. ::You need to talk to him, before he does something stupid!:: Nuya watched as his dad disappeared through the doors, and suddenly things were definitely not alright. He didn't cry, he wasn't going to. Not just yet. But something scared Papa, and that meant that things were surely about to get worse. His dad had said to stay and play, but at the moment, playing wasn't on his mind. Right now he just needed a friend to be there for him. And that was when a tear leaked out of his eye. |
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| Wolfsbane | Aug 28 2014, 01:02 AM Post #8 |
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"Ohhhhhhhh nononono. No no no you do not," Rahne said as she reached over and grabbed Piotr by the wrist as he turned to run off. She thought for a moment that she shouldn't have opened her big mouth. That she spoke too soon and spoke too harshly and made Piotr face a truth he wasn't ready to face. And there was Lockheed, playing interference. Good ol' reliable Lockheed - and it was times like this that she was very glad that she had a dragon she could consider a close friend, one that would be there whenever she needed him to be. His value as a friend cold not be understated. She nodded to Lockheed as he made his entrance and gave him a small smile. "Could ye watch the boys for me, Lockheed?" She knew she could trust him. He loved Greg, and Nuya would be treated with courtesy and respect. Lockheed was good with kids, so far. "C'Mon, Piotr, sit down," she said, guiding him to her recliner in the living room. "Listen - I am sorry for sayin' that. I am so sorry. I'd never presume t' know what happened out in that jungle. An' maybe I'm wrong. But what I do know, what I can tell - is that ye love that boy over there. That no matter how he was conceived, ye're his da an' that's the most wonderful thing." She crouched in front of him, taking his hands in her own. "It was not my place t' say what I did. It just popped into muh head an' came out. An' f'r that I sincerely apologize. But dinnae ye dare let that ruin a single thing, aye? Ye've got a beautiful boy and a clever one, so be proud instead." Rahne looked up, into his eyes. "Ye're gonna be okay, aye?" |
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| Colossus | Sep 16 2014, 08:07 PM Post #9 |
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There was Lockheed ahead, playing as if he was going to flame Piotr's shirt should be take a step forward, and Rahne behind him, nodding to the dragon and quickly smiling. Piotr was surrounded, by friends, but surrounded nonetheless, and though he felt like a tiger in a cage, Pete tried not to get defensive between the two. "Could ye watch the boys for me, Lockheed? C'Mon, Piotr, sit down," she spoke, guiding him to her recliner in the living room. Lockheed, seeing that Piotr wasn't going to be a problem for Rahne, flew in a tight circle, and winged his way out the back door to land between the two boys. ::Greg, ol buddy ol pal!:: Lockheed trumpeted happily into the mind his bonded's pride and joy, subsequently making Greg Lockheed's pride and joy as well. ::I heard you were looking to play and here I am! We're gonna...:: and that was when the flock realized that not only could Nuya hear him, but the child was crying. Slowly, he made his way over to the boy, and sat down next to him, his tail wrapping around the kid's shoulders until soon enough, the crying stopped. Nuya's eyes turned to see something purple and scaly wrapped around him, and upon turning his head the other way, he came face to face with the owner of the long purple tail. ::Done crying?:: Lockheed said with a wink of one of his glowing yellow eyes, though only Greg was able to hear him of the two children. If he hadn't grown up in the Savage Lands, Nuya would have never known this was anything other than some supernatural demon. As it was, his mother had told him stories of these creatures. They used to bring good luck, for seeing one was rare, until the day the sky was filled with them. Filled with the Flock fighting the brood infested bugs of the Savage Lands. Fire reigned in the sky until the flock, too, became infected. The day the brood took over, the Flock were wiped out to the point of becoming an endangered, possibly to the point of inevitable extinction, species. And here one was, healthy and happy, and staring him directly in the eyes. "Uktain?" Nuya questioned, evoking one of the words his mother once used to describe the creatures. ::Well well, Greg. Your little friend here sure knows something... Lets play!:: he said, winging off to give chase at Greg and Nuya. "Listen... I am so sorry. I'd never presume ... ye love that boy...no matter how... ye're his da an' that's the most wonderful thing." She crouched in front of him, still apologizing to him and trying to reassure him. Rahne took the Russian's hands in hers and looked into his eyes. "Ye're gonna be okay, aye?" "Rahne... Rahney, I'm not sure if I, if we, can be ok. I never even thought about how he came to be before this moment. But now, now all I see in his face are the signs that I should have seen to begin with. What if that doesn't go away? I love the kid, but how do I take care of him when looking at him only reminds me? Even if I knew how, Rahne, I freaked out in front of him." Piotr hung his head, ashamed of the circumstance he was in. Ashamed that he'd brought this into the Russell household. Ashamed that something like this was suddenly wedged between him and the son that, before, he was nothing but proud of. "Maybe I should have tried to return him immediately? I don't know. I wasn't good at being a dad yet, and now this has shown me all the more how much I suck at this." |
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| Wolfsbane | Sep 17 2014, 04:28 AM Post #10 |
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Greg let out a little amused squeal with a wide smile as Lockheed swooped in to play. He liked the little creature. He liked tugging on his tail and chasing him around and throwing things at him in the clumsy, haphazard way babies are prone to throw things. He crouched low, shoulders down and legs primed, and made a clumsy and low jump for the dragon at the first opportunity he could. He wasn't particularly receptive to Nuya's crying, as outside of his own crying, he wasn't really sure what that could mean. At his age, Greg hadn't developed or learned empathy yet, hadn't figured out how to read the emotions of people, especially new people he had never met before. He could tell when mom and dad were happy and could respond in kind, but that was really about it. So for now it was just rough play time, and the new kid was more than welcome to join in. Beat up the dragon, that was the name of the game. *** "Ye can, Piotr," Rahne said with a smile and her hand on his shoulder. She was stunned at how quickly his mood had turned. She brought up one possibility and it crushed him. It must have been stewing around in his mind, the possibility that he was taken advantage of, and only now, when she said it, was he allowed to face it. "I'm guessin' me sayin' it was nae quite the first time that occurred to ye. But ye know what? Ye're a strong soul, a good hearted man. I know this. No matter how he came about, that boy is yuirs an' yuirs alone. But that does nae mean ye're ever alone. An' goodness, if ye're worried about ruining the boy 'cause ye had one freakout? Well, if that's the case then I ruined Greg the first month. Had a bit of a post-partum meltdown so to speak. It was pretty bad. But ye get over it. Ye learn. An' ye'll be better off for it. Ye're going t' be a good dad, Piotr. Because ye've nae got it in ye to be anythin' less." |
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| Colossus | Oct 9 2014, 11:12 PM Post #11 |
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"I'm guessin' me sayin' it was nae quite the first time that occurred to ye. But ye know what? Ye're a strong soul... if ye're worried about ruining the boy 'cause ye had one freakout? Well, if that's the case then I ruined Greg the first month... Ye learn. An' ye'll be better off for it. Ye're going t' be a good dad, Piotr. Because ye've nae got it in ye to be anythin' less." Piotr couldn't help but sigh. Things like this were hard to take. Uplifting words in the middle of a panic attack sometimes had the opposite effect on a person. To his credit, Piotr knew objectively that these were the same things he could see himself telling one of his own friends. His friend Rahne was a loyal person, some would say loyal to a fault, and he knew that when she said things like that to people, it was truly heartfelt. "Yeah, I mean, I haven't thought about it really, but sometimes, when it's quiet and dark, thoughts stray across your mind, but still, I mean, you shrug them off and nonsense, right? You don't really want to go there first if you're thinking about your children, I think?" Piotr looked out the back door, watching Lockheed and Greg playing with his son, and another small sigh came from his mouth. "But Da, you saying it probably would not have hit me so hard if I hadn't considered it myself." Lockheed took off, letting the two boys chase him around the yard, sometimes turning to tag Greg on the tail, surprising the boy by the suddenly directional change. The boy Nuya seemed del rant to join at first, but after a few moments, and Lockheed whizzing past him and chirruping playfully, he quickly fell into step behind Locky's best buddy Greg. He knew enough to stay only a tiny bit faster than the two kids, learning early on that if they didn't have at least the semblance of a chance of catching him, they'd give up and lose interest in the game. ::Come on, guys! I'm going to grow old over here before you catch me. Hehehe!:: "I'm sorry I freaked out, Rahney. I really am. This, it just really hit me. I didn't want to think about that woman using me as... as basically a stud. I guess, weirdly, I wanted it to be more romantic than that? That sounds stupid now that I think about it." |
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| Wolfsbane | Oct 10 2014, 03:34 AM Post #12 |
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Good. He was calming down, he was centering himself. She couldn't imagine what this must have been like for him. While sure, she admitted wholly that Greg was unplanned, a bit earlier than scheduled, but he was in no way an accident, or created without being wanted. Piotr's boy, Nuya - had been conceived entirely without his father's consent - she couldn't imagine what that was like. "No, I'd imagine ye don't. The good thing about where we are - ye're never alone with that boy. He's got a whole mansion full o' uncles an' aunts who are more 'n happy t' help ye out. I learned that fast," Rahne said with a chuckle. She glanced over to the boys as they played chase the dragon, Greg with his stumbly, clumsy quadrupedal run and Nuya toddling along as well as he could. It was really quite precious, and it never failed to fascinate Rahne just how good Lockheed was with Greg. The dragon expertly balanced caution and horseplay, kept the boy amused without risk of hurting him - how lucky was she that she had the dragon to depend upon when she needed it? And when she didn't? "So, if ye dinnae mind my askin' - why's Nuya here with you? Did somethin' happen to his mum? I can't imagine that she'd be readily willin' t' just... give him up, aye? I mean, I know I wouldn't have." |
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