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Post by Lucy Christos on Jan 3, 2009 18:18:09 GMT -5
"He'll be yours and in that, I'll love him." Kayden used his thumbs to wipe the tears from her face. "Don't cry, precious." Runa, seeing both her parents move to kneel, slid off the couch and wiggled in between them, resting against the warmth of Mommy and Daddy. Kayden's palm stroked the child's hair as he lovingly wrapped them both up.
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Post by Brad Godric-Black on Jan 3, 2009 18:26:05 GMT -5
She held both of her daughters hands, and kissed both the palms, her head resting on Kayden's shoulder. Zoey trembled still, a cold creeping over her skin. For so long she'd been kept away from her family, from her friends. From Xander and Kayden- Runa had been the contact she'd had to home and she'd been forced to pretend she was someone elses, to call her by a different name unless they were alone and both girls had had the happiness, the bubbly spark and spontanious knocked out of them. Zoey wore the belt marks across her spin to prove it.
Runa yawned. "Bedtime." She announced, easily adapted. She prefered this Daddy.
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Post by Lucy Christos on Jan 3, 2009 18:35:45 GMT -5
"Bedtime, eh?" He scooped her up and carried her over to the little bag. Taking out a tiny night dress, he changed her out of her clothes and into it. "Want to see your bedroom?"
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Post by Brad Godric-Black on Jan 3, 2009 18:40:25 GMT -5
She pulled at the bottom of the night dress, sucking her thumb and rubbing the sleeve across the bridge of her label. Zoey smiled when their daughter wrapped her arms around Kayden and nodded. "Mommy come." She demanded, and Zoey picked herself up from her the floor and tidied th straps of her dress.
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Post by Lucy Christos on Jan 3, 2009 18:49:46 GMT -5
Kayden took Zoey's hand. "How can forget, Mummy, eh buttercup?" He took both to a little room with a tiny bed. He'd stolen it from the fortress along with a chest enough for any clothes. There was also a shelf from the barracks that was due to be chopped into firewood after it's owner was killed. He pulled back the blanket and lay her down, covering her back up.
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Post by Brad Godric-Black on Jan 3, 2009 18:55:11 GMT -5
Zoey perched on the end of the chest trunk, folding her arms under her bust and watching them together.
"Story?"
Zoey nodded, and moved from her perch to kneel by the side of the little bed cot, again she took the baby blondes hand. "Do you know any good stories Daddy?" She asked him, glancing shyly.
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Post by Lucy Christos on Jan 3, 2009 19:16:31 GMT -5
"I think I may know one or two." He sat beside the bed, making sure to keep his eyes on both Zoey and Roo. "Once upon a time there was a princess- she was very beautiful. All the men in the land wanted to be the princess' friend. They lined up trying to impress the Princess with their tricks. They juggled and sang and did a lot of silly things to impress her, only none of those things did."
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Post by Brad Godric-Black on Jan 3, 2009 19:18:40 GMT -5
Zoey got a tug on the hand and moved so that she could sit with the child led on her lap. Ruma still sucked her fingers, her head resting on Zoey's bust and she played with one of the ribbons on Zoey's dress, her eyes closing at the sound of Kayden's voice, now she was in her comfortabl position.
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