For a man that was as little equipped to care for a child, Ragnar certainly didn't do much in the way of 'responsible rutting' as it were. There were potions to take, control to be wielded and yet he remained a slave to his own lust and satisfaction. It might not even be an issue save for his chosen partners. Alyvia was one thing, he'd loved her so deeply that he'd been driven to egregious heights just to preserve those early moments between them. It could also be argued that he couldn't've possibly love her considering all he'd done but he refused to accept that particularly harsh truth. Instead he focused on the good to come out of the mess he'd created.
A mess, mind you, that happened to have all their fingers and all their toes. All three of them, though this one was the only one he'd the opportunity to hold when being held by someone was still a necessity. He didn't want to admit how much liked the gentle pressure of the infant nuzzled against his torso in his makeshift sling. Or how much he enjoyed the incoherent gurgling and cooing the the lad made when he was waking up from one of his numerous naps. He hated himself for missing this with Raphael and Carina and he knew in his heart that Alyvia hated him for it too, Raph too. He didn't blame either in the slightest.
The days since finding the kid had since melted together into an indecipherable blob, sunrise and sunset, days in and out, weather spotting overhead as they traveled somewhat aimlessly across Thedas. He had to find her, had to know why he was still plagued by memories and visions of her killing their children, egg shells arching wildly as she ripped and teared to hurt him. He could forget for a moment that Warden Devera was in fact an archdemon and her eggs were in fact halflings of his own seed. What he couldn't forget was the way she'd simply vanished making her not only a threat to his own ego and sanity but to Thedas as well. As if things could get worse an archdemon desperate to protect her young certainly wasn't ideal.
He was blissfully ignorant of his surroundings, despite his practiced nature as a warden, having just coddling the kid to sleep. When she stepped in front of him and snarled, he nearly fell over his armored feet. Beside him walking free of burden for the time being Lorcan breyed as he too came to an abrupt stop. Seconds later however, the courser reared wildly, eyes wide as the reigns were wrenched from his mater's fist.
His eyes narrowed.
A mess, mind you, that happened to have all their fingers and all their toes. All three of them, though this one was the only one he'd the opportunity to hold when being held by someone was still a necessity. He didn't want to admit how much liked the gentle pressure of the infant nuzzled against his torso in his makeshift sling. Or how much he enjoyed the incoherent gurgling and cooing the the lad made when he was waking up from one of his numerous naps. He hated himself for missing this with Raphael and Carina and he knew in his heart that Alyvia hated him for it too, Raph too. He didn't blame either in the slightest.
The days since finding the kid had since melted together into an indecipherable blob, sunrise and sunset, days in and out, weather spotting overhead as they traveled somewhat aimlessly across Thedas. He had to find her, had to know why he was still plagued by memories and visions of her killing their children, egg shells arching wildly as she ripped and teared to hurt him. He could forget for a moment that Warden Devera was in fact an archdemon and her eggs were in fact halflings of his own seed. What he couldn't forget was the way she'd simply vanished making her not only a threat to his own ego and sanity but to Thedas as well. As if things could get worse an archdemon desperate to protect her young certainly wasn't ideal.
He was blissfully ignorant of his surroundings, despite his practiced nature as a warden, having just coddling the kid to sleep. When she stepped in front of him and snarled, he nearly fell over his armored feet. Beside him walking free of burden for the time being Lorcan breyed as he too came to an abrupt stop. Seconds later however, the courser reared wildly, eyes wide as the reigns were wrenched from his mater's fist.
Lorcan!He barked, immediately regretting it as he felt the infant stir against him all the while he looked frantically from Devera to Lorcan to the kid, and back.
His eyes narrowed.
Devera?He asked cautiously, turning his body away from her in a gesture of protection of the defenseless life he held.
I've been looking for youPointedly ignoring her comment for a moment. There were more important things to address.
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