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（ Flavia ）
Flavia pouted folding her arms. “But papa is always in his study! Now I’ll never get to know!”
❝ — do not worry, little one. we will get your father out of his study one way or another. hmmm…we will have to cause a ruckus to get his attention. do you think you can do that, little one? ❞
"Maybe... I have many ways.. Is there any ideas you have Signore?"
MAMA MAMA HELP!" The young girl screamed, her hair stuck in tree sap.
Sofia’s eyes widened and she raced to her eldest child’s side. “Flavia, what happened?!” she exclaimed as she struggled to detangle the hair from the tree sap.
Flavia was a sobbing mess as she felt her hair hurting her head.
Soon Sofia freed the poor girl and encircled her with warm, loving arms. “There now, see? All better.”
Curling up into the cuddles, Flavia felt the pain slowly subside as she dozed off, the event tiring her.
Unexpected Occurances
“To what displeasure do I owe meeting you?”
Anubis hated intruders, especially if they were morbidly curious humans. He’d broken into the museum at night to steal an artifact. A guard lay dead at his feet, it was too bad that he’d been caught.
Oh well. He could always frighten witnesses.
The little girl didn’t know what to do. She was staring at a wold as she whimpered. “Please don’t eat me.” Tears started to fill her eyes
Oh good god and the Fates that be it’s a child.
A child.
A living, breathing, whimpering little thing. That cried and was dependent on elder’s for survival. How had this girl gotten in here was lost on him. It’s night for crying out loud, what is she doing here!?
This is a whole new level of awkward.
His tall ears pricked forward at the sight of tears. Jackal eyes watching intently. He was no wolf, the eyes and ears gave that away including the section of the museum he was in which was the Egyptian wing.
He stopped growling.
He had no idea how to deal with children.
Eat her? Did she think him a brute? He had much more class than to simply eat her. Ridiculous imagination.
He answers with amusement colouring his voice.
“Why would I eat such a small creature? You wouldn’t taste good.”
"Thats a not nice thing to say! I have no taste, and therefore makes your statement a bad and mean one!"
The little girl looked up to the new face as she chewed her lip. “I’m not slow! It’s all this white cold stuff! I’m not used to it!” She blurted blushing as she covered her mouth.
“It is called snow.” Pietro crouched down and started to pile some of the snow into a ball. “It can be fun, when it is not making you so slow.”
Shivering, she too attempted at a ball of snow but it crumbled in her grasp.
"Happy Mamas day Nonna!!!" Flavia jumped on the bed holding a tray of food
Maria had woken when she had heard excited whispers close to her and one presence shushing another. Upon hearing her granddaughter she smiled and sat up, taking the tray and setting it beside her before beaming at Flavia and her son who stood beside the bed as well.“Grazie Flavia.” Maria said before smiling as Ezio bent to kiss her cheek. “I did not expect such a warm greeting this morning.”She had also forgot that today was in fact Mothering Sunday.
She smiled, putting the tray down and giving her a kiss on the cheek in return. “It’s your day Nonna! What do you want to do?”
Maria smiled and sat the little girl in her lap.
“Well first I will eat this delicious food that you have brought me, and then I might take a walk around town with all of my family.” She said with a smile at her and at Ezio who sat beside his mother.
She cuddled close to her grandma and grinned.
“Would you like to accompany me on that walk?” She asked Flavia was a smile, stroking her beautiful hair gently.
"Si, I would love to Nonna! Where are we going?"
"Mama! Mama Mama!"
((omfg you’re alive *glomps*))
“Si, Flavia mia? What is it?” Sofia asked, turning to gaze over at her daughter.
The girl came back, carrying her basket as she looked to her mother with happiness.
Sofia beamed and kissed Flavia’s head. “You’re such a sweet girl, my love,” she hummed warmly.
"Because I love you Mama!"
Flavia and Marcello were snickering as they both yelled. "happy Mother's Day!!!!!"
Sofia burst into a bright grin, kneeling to the ground and opening her arms to embrace her children. “Oh, grazie mille!” she exclaimed, kissing their heads. “This means so much to me!”
Marcelo and Flavia both nodded happily as the little boy curled up close to his mother. “When will papa be home?”
Sofia wrapped her arms around her son and held him close. “Soon. He had to go into town this morning, but he promised to make tonight special.”
Marcello got excited as Flavia stuck her tongue out. "Papa always makes things special!"
Runs and hugs tightly.
“Well, hello there,” Alsoomse remarked with a warm smile, gladly accepting the embrace from the sweet girl.
“But I wanna hug him… I wanna kiss him I love papa! It’s not fair!”
“I am sure you do. I miss my father so, so much…. Life is never fair for anyone.”
She frowned, looking down. "But why?"
Flavia curls into bed with her mana.
Sofia smiles and kisses the top of her daughter’s head, book in hand. “Salve, Flavia mia. How have you been, my sweet girl?”
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Flavia giggled. “But Mama I am always here!” she hugged her mother not wanting to let go
“True,” Sofia agreed as she hugged her, “but you and your papa spend a lot of time together, no? Especially when I’m busy with those boring chores.”
"Thats because Papa doesnt go outside of his study. If he didnt have me he would be stuck there!" she rolled around frowning. "Besides chores are boring Mama!"
Flavia curls into bed with her mana.
Sofia smiles and kisses the top of her daughter’s head, book in hand. “Salve, Flavia mia. How have you been, my sweet girl?”
“I’m okay Mama. I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Sofia hummed, gently stroking her hair. “I always miss you when you’re not with me.”
Flavia giggled. "But Mama I am always here!" she hugged her mother not wanting to let go
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Flavia curls into bed with her mana.
Sofia smiles and kisses the top of her daughter’s head, book in hand. “Salve, Flavia mia. How have you been, my sweet girl?”
"I'm okay Mama. I missed you."
He kneeled down and accepted the crown, admiring it’s craftsmanship. “Merci. This is very pretty, will you show me how you made it?” He asked, wanting to honour her and pay time for the mother’s return. This might have been one of the safer area’s of the city but it was no less dangerous if the wrong people walked.
Nodding, the girl sat on a bench, pulling some flowers out. “Pick the ones you like!”
He was mused, crossing his arms and looking over the ones she had made. “I shall take two, the ones with white and pink flowers. I am sure those who I have in mind to give them to shall appreciate them very much. However, I feel I should give you something in return. Perhaps some coins or treat from the cafe would suffice?” He inquired.
Flavia picked out the flower and shook her head. "I'm the flower princess! Just giving them the flower crown will make me a happy princess!" She then laid out the flowers, slowly weaving them as she looked to him. "See you take the stems and you slowly and carefully twirl them. I also have ribbon if you want to make them even more fancy!"
Flavia and Marcello were snickering as they both yelled. "happy Mother's Day!!!!!"
Sofia burst into a bright grin, kneeling to the ground and opening her arms to embrace her children. “Oh, grazie mille!” she exclaimed, kissing their heads. “This means so much to me!”
Marcello and Flavia both held gifts as they grinned wider. “You don’t have to do a single thing mama! Well do it all for you!”
The Venetian’s heart warmed as she accepted the gifts from them. “Oh, goodness, you two are planning on spoiling me, aren’t you?” she teased.
Marcelo and Flavia both nodded happily as the little boy curled up close to his mother. "When will papa be home?"
"Mama! Mama Mama!"
((omfg you’re alive *glomps*))
“Si, Flavia mia? What is it?” Sofia asked, turning to gaze over at her daughter.
Flavia squealed in delight and ran to get her basket
Sofia chuckled warmly and got her shawl, wrapping it around her shoulders as she waited for her daughter to return.
The girl came back, carrying her basket as she looked to her mother with happiness.
Runs and hugs tightly.
“Well, hello there,” Alsoomse remarked with a warm smile, gladly accepting the embrace from the sweet girl.
Flavia broke down into tears, hugging the woman tightly.
Alsoomse kissed her dark hair, wanting to help this poor child heal from some of the pain she felt. “Your papa loved you very much, I am sure, and I have no doubt that he will watch over you for the rest of your life.”
"But I wanna hug him... I wanna kiss him I love papa! It's not fair!"
“Mama is in a shop right now. Here, have this.” Her basket held flowers. She took a few and weaved them into a crown, handing it to him.
He kneeled down and accepted the crown, admiring it’s craftsmanship. “Merci. This is very pretty, will you show me how you made it?” He asked, wanting to honour her and pay time for the mother’s return. This might have been one of the safer area’s of the city but it was no less dangerous if the wrong people walked.
Nodding, the girl sat on a bench, pulling some flowers out. "Pick the ones you like!"
