First words
Kranna; one shot, flash-fic
"E…"
Kratos snapped his gaze up from polishing his long sword. From time to time his son would call out a few non-sense noises. A chirpy "Gah" would always bring a smile to the Seraph's face, the reaching out of small hands would make Kratos go over and spend at the very least a few moments with his son. Still this was a new noise… and the firmness behind it…. The lack of slur or playing held a hint of something that he had been aching to hear.
"Eeee…"
It was a new sound, and despite his hopes that it was, it couldn't be could it? Lloyd was far too young to be talk-
"E! Oooe!"
Kratos dropped his sword and Lloyd forsook talking to giggle and clap his hands while his sire hissed a few words that he prayed Lloyd would not pick up on and nursed his aching toes. When the pain passed Kratos walked up to his son's small play area. Both the Aurion's had found the idea of a play pen disgusting, having both seen too many cages in their lives to even tolerate the idea of sticking Lloyd in one for the illusion of safety. A corner in their sea side home in Izoold had been designated for their little boy to play in, and the sprawled out toys and shiny objects and stuffed rabbit kept him in that area more surely then any bars.
He went to his son, abandoned his sword to sit by his son.
"ooe! Nooeee…"
"Noe?" Kratos frowned reached out and ruffled his boy's hair. There came a whine, a heavy weight settled on his shoulder and a block of silver and green obscured all vision on his left side.
"Whine?"
Seeing the object of his greatest affection Lloyd smiled.
"Noie!"
"Bark!"
"Noie…" Kratos turned and glared into the furry face that was hovering over his right shoulder. "Noishe…"
In response to his name Noishe wiggled his ears and looked as falsely innocent as a dog could manage.
"Why?" Kratos sighed. "Why couldn't it just be "daddy" or "mommy" even?"
Noishe licked the Seraph's cheek, almost reeking from the completely insincere "there there" aura that hovered about him.