You are Not your Fatherβs Sins
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A Twisted Wonderland AU mini comic
Characters: Siva Cawlan, Baur Zigvolt (flashback), Lilia Vanrouge, and Silver.
Ship: ModraRoza (Siva Cawlan and Lilia Vanrouge)
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β οΈ MILD GORE IN THE FIRST SLIDE. ITS NOT DETAILED I SUCK AT THAT STUFF. BUT BEWAREβΌοΈ
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General Modra of Briar Valley, and General Roza of The Queenβs Guard.
These are names of old, that speak a language unknown to most ears. They harbor disgusting, traumatic memories that make a chill crawl up your spine and rake its claws down your back.
Itβs been centuries since then, yet on thundering, stormy nights. Lilia Vanrouge and Siva Cawlan return to their posts as Generals in War.
Lilia gets confused, his mind in a haze, and calls out to Siva, βMelanor! Where have you been?β He cries into the chest of the wrong woman. βI thought The Dawn Knight killed you. But you escaped, didnβt you? Youβve always been so stubbornβ¦β
Siva, battling her own diseases plaguing her mind, fared better than Lilia at times. Some instances the tiniest thing would set her off. A scent, a glint in the trees⦠Eyes, a name, a hair color.
The wounds are still fresh, but they have each other to lick the blood and dirt out of the flesh. And their newest addition (though now itβs been years since they first took him in.), their toddler-aged adopted son. Silver. He keeps them in check better than any rest, his round cheeks and chubby hands, bright, silly lopsided smiles.
Named for his shining, pearlescent hair that presented itself from a Blessing bestowed upon him by Lilia. Heβs nothing short of it. A blessing.
One night, Lilia sat in a rickety chair, sipping herbal tea over a hand-carved wooden table. Siva had picked little Silver up, rubbing his back affectionately as he battled the fiercest battle against sleep.
Siva disappeared into the boys room, door open with warm, orange-y candlelight filtering in. She sat him down, unraveling his blankets and tucking him in like a caterpillar in its cocoon. Silverβs eyes fluttered open to gaze upon his mother, who at this age, he presumed was his biological mother.
His eyes were auroras of colors, breathtakingly gorgeous. Fit for a Prince, holding such beauty in such a small gaze. They shone in the low light, and Siva had never paid much attention to them in the low light. Her heart lurched.
Once he felt safe in his motherβs grasp, his long white lashes battered closed. His full, pouty lips part slightly as he drifts away into sweet dreams.
The little sprout of hair upon the crown of his head fell over his fluffy pillows as he sank further into a blissful sleep.
Siva sucked in her breath. Eyes. A name. A hair color. Careful not to wake the sleeping child, she hustled out of his room, neglecting to close his door.
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