I can explain. I had this headcanon one day that if Viridi and Pit ever had a kid, they'd name him/her "Icarus." And if it was a girl, call her Carrie for short.
And thus, this drabble.
Beta reader is, as always, Konpeki Rei. I don't own Kid Icarus. But man do I wish I do.
The door creaks open. Moonlight casts its midnight monsters on the corners. The little girl shudders and tightened the hug on her plush creature. Hesitant steps bring her to the side of the bed; trembling fingers tug on the comforter.
"Daddy?" she whispers. "Mommy?"
The man jolts from his slumber. "Huh? Carrie, is that you, sweetie?" he asks groggily.
Carrie whimpers. "I had a bad dream, Daddy."
The man's wife groans awake. "Pit, what's going on?"
Pit lifts his daughter to sit between him and Viridi. "Carrie had a nightmare again. I bet she wants to sleep with us tonight," he teases, tickling the cream feathers on Carrie's back. He frowns when it fails to create the typical grin. "What happened in your dream, Care-bear?"
The female angel curls into her mother's welcoming arms. "I... Uncle Darky said you two used to fight. And... and I dreamed you were fighting and hurting each other. And me." A tear drips from Carrie's silver eyes.
Pit reaches over and strokes the dirty blonde hair of his child. Viridi murmurs, "Pit, get that clone of yours under control," with a hint of venom.
"Carrie, honey, Mommy and Daddy love each other. We aren't going to fight. And even if we did, we would NEVER hurt you," Pit says comfortingly.
"You are so important to us, sweetie. Here, come sleep with mama." Carrie nods lightly at her mother's suggestion and begins to drift into sleep, cradled in the arms of her parents.
Pit kisses the foreheads of both Viridi and their toddler. "We love you, Icarus. Our little angel."