hey! look! i can still write short drabbles! go me! -fireun
"Hey, cutie." Maes whispered before slipping silently into his infant daughter's bedroom. It was a ritual of sorts, this pausing to visit his little one before heading off to deal with whatever event had pulled him from his wife's arms in the first place.
He would run a large calloused hand along soft downy hair, and smile at the wonder of it all. His daughter. There were few things in life that filled him with such pure joy. He would lower his face to breathe in the musky, powdery smell that lingered around every infant, brush a kiss on the crown of her head, and whisper "I will be back as soon as I am done with work, beautiful."
Then Maes would straighten, readjusting the jacket of his uniform before treading silently down the hall from Elysia's room and out the front door. He was no alchemist, no hero, but when the knives came out and it was time to work he had something precious to defend, something beautiful to take care of. He had a family to look after, his little piece of divine grace.
And no mercy for those who threatened that sanctity.
Nemu - thanks! i so see their relationship that way, a sort of "not that i actually like being around you but you wanna go get dinner or something?" real fun/interesting to write. and after ze nap i will most definately fire ze missles. unless i dont get ze coffee first.
Chaos of Hearts - Maes? lay off the pictures? surely you jest! i dont think there is a force in any universe strong enough to pull that man away from his photos...
Jeva - i am glad i continue to make ya happy! makes these worth writing!
Kweli - jean calling cain little one is something a few of us havoc/fury fans have adopted. it just seems appropriate.
sorry for not replying to all your reviews! -hangs head in shame- i am a terrible person...just so busy. stupid papers that have to be written for grad school... -fireun