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@nohrianstone : You smiled as you swooped your daughter up in your arms, and what did you do? Oh, you know - you just covered her cheeks in kisses! " Happy birthday, Kanan! You're still a whole baby. "
you wrap your arms around your papa, and give him the biggest hug you can, ignoring the tiny tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes. ( you were just happy to spend the day with your family- and not with anyone else, alone in your deeprealm. ) “ a whole baby ? ”
“If I was stronger… I could fight like you…”
“ it’s my birthday ! ”
“ it’s my birthday soon !! ”
“ hewwo ! ” a giggle escapes kanan, and a big, toothy smile is worn on her face as she wraps her arms around her papa’s neck and gave him a peck on the cheek of her own ! in her tiny hand is a small bouquet of wildflowers, picked perfectly for her papa ! “ i have a day of devotion gift for you too , papa ! ”
@nohrianstone
kanan when her parents are snuggling her: i’ve never met you in my life. you bastard. you fiend. stop this at once
kanan when odin and marx are busy doing something and can’t hold her right that second: Where Is My Kisses From Papa??? Where Is My Snuggles And Cuddles That I Crave So Dearly. You Are A Cruel And Unjust Father And I Am Going To Scream
“ behold! it is i- kanan! daughter of the chosen one! ”
papa.
You couldn’t help yourself from smiling at Kanan’s smile ( she made your heart swell - you loved her so much. She reminded you of you at her age ; innocent to the horrors of the world. You’d love to keep it that way. ) and you leaned over to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“ Of course, “ Granted, you couldn’t remember every detail ; you met him at the tail end of you and your siblings being in isolation in the Northern tower. You cringed slightly at the thought. You let out a soft yawn. “ I remember… I think it was on… some mission your aunts and I were on… “ You mumbled. “ Something about the ice tribe… but I heard stories of him from Leo, the few times I was out… “ You leaned down, to rest your cheek on top of Kanan’s head.
“ Your Uncle Leo would rant about him a lot! About how annoying he was ; I always wondered why, since I didn’t meet him officially until that day, “ Your voice was soft, and you closed your eyes. “ To be honest, I’ve always found your dad’s rambling endearing. Kinda calming? I still didn’t understand why Leo found him annoying… “ You yawned softly. “ But nonetheless, he acted like he was this big ol’ knight in shining armor! I think your Uncle Niles was annoyed, too… “
kanan nods as he tells the story- ( the ice tribe : that’s where nina and aunt flora spent time now- very far up north if your dad’s lectures on maps was right. )
“ i like hearing it too. my favorite is when he tells me stories about his papa and mama. ” she nods. it’s little hard to see why- leo and uncle niles found him so annoying at first: they probably weren’t listening to what he has to say! ( dad knew lots of things, so leo was probably just scared that he wasn’t the smartest person in the room anymore. ) a giggle escapes kanan’s lips at the idea of her dad being a knight in shining armor to her papa- ( it wasn’t hard to imagine. ) “ did you fall in love with him at first sight? like in nina’s fairytales? ”
papa.
You gave a soft nod. You didn’t have many stories - perhaps you could tell one of Odin’s? You decide against it - you don’t remember all the details of his many stories, and even if you did, they weren’t yours to tell. You’d feel awful. Plus you didn’t want to cry anymore. You seemed to purse your lips in thought, before giving a soft smile.
“ How about… “ You hummed, before sitting Kanan and yourself up. You’d reach over to turn on one of the bedside lamps ( you failed to realize how much of a mess you appeared. The lack of sleep present in the bags beneath your eyes matched the dismal look in your eyes. ) and you pulled your daughter into your arms. “ The day your father and I met? “
at the sight of marx in the lamplight, kanan’s smile turns into a frown for a brief second, then back into her cute little grin. ( she can keep smiling! she just has to remind herself she’s not alone anymore! )
“ yes! ” her eyes twinkle- the same way ophelia’s does when she’s talking about being a ‘ chosen one ’- or the way odin’s light up when he spoke about different legendary weapons that he had come across in his studies. “ tell me all about it! ”
papa.
You couldn’t help but give Kanan a gentle squeeze. You knew how bad she hurt, too, so you tried to put on a brave face for her ( it hurt. like nothing you’ve ever felt. but you didn’t want to worry her ). Your arm continued rubbing her back gently as you tried to ponder. You didn’t want to tell a story about yourself - you barely knew yourself past your trauma. Not many stories were very child-friendly. But you gave a gentle smile as you sighed.
“ Hmm… Well… “ You mused, before your free hand reached towards her face, and you gave her nose a soft flick. “ What kind of story would my little princess like to hear, specifically? “
her red eyes peer up again through her tangle of black hair- looking an awful lot like a younger ophelia. she sighs, and her shoulders slump, like the invisible string that had been pulling her taught had been cut free.
a tiny giggle escapes her lips and a smile. ( it’s a little forced at the edges, but she still smiles. ) “ i don’t really care, please tell me a story! ”
papa.
That question stung. You could feel your own pupils dialating, and you pulled your lips into a thin line. Calm down, you’d tell yourself. You didn’t want to worry your girls - not at all. You leaned back against the headboard, as your arms lazily wrapped around your girl.
“ Of course he is, “ You gave a soft smile. It hurt. Usually Odin was here to help comfort Kanan with you when she was scared. Your hand rubbed her back gently, and you let out a soft sigh. “ And if he doesn’t, well… I’ll have no choice but to go find him, now will I? “ You let out a hoarse laugh, as you scootched down and placed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
“ He loves you very much… I betcha he’s waiting ever so much to come back to us! “ You silently swear to yourself. - you’d curse your birth father. You’d curse Anankos. If you could kill him again to bring Odin, Selena, and Laslow back for everyone, you sure as hell would do it as many times as you needed.
“ Hey, Kanan, do you want to hear a story? “
marx looks.... bad. it hurts kanan to see him so upset. ( she want to help- but she doesn’t know how. ) leaning into the side of her papa, she sighed with a sadness that sounded much older than the seven years old that she was. ( kanan waited for hours on her birthday- eyes glues to the rolling hills outside of the castle in valla, as her cousins and aunts and uncles tried to urge her to go play. )
a nod. she always loved hearing about dad’s stories- the ones about great heroes and far away lands. “ tell me a story about you! ”
PAPA.
You were tired - you were falling into your old habits ; you were forgetting to sleep more often. In the back of your mind, something was mocking you ; mocking you for your fear of being alone. Mocking you for your fear almost coming to full fruition. The thought terrified you to the point you couldn’t close your eyes without something eating away at you.
You tried to ignore the movements on the mattress - for fear your mind was playing tricks. You were exhausted, after all. It took everything you had to turn around - to tell your brain nothing was there. But oh how you were wrong - your daughter was there. Sweet Kanan… You could feel your eyes watering as you forced yourself to sit up, a sigh escaping you.
“ Sweetheart… “ Your voice was soft, your hand reaching towards the young girl’s head to gently run your hand through dark tresses ( oh how she looked like Odin… It tore at you. ), and you let out a soft sigh. “ Did you have a bad dream? “
“ m-maybe. ” her red eyes peer up at marx and she uncurls a little to latch on to him. ( she knew marx was hurting, ophelia was hurting, soleil was hurting, aunt camilla was hurting- and she was hurting too. ) it was hard for her to help anyone when everything hurt too. ( she tried to be strong- she was lonely for so long, all by herself in the deeprealms without anyone. now she was missing a part of her life. ) “ dad’s coming back, right? i don’t want him to be gone forever. ”
MARX.
You gave a soft blink as you turned your head down to look at your daughter. She seemed so excited…. Gods how it made your heart swell. You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across cracked lips as you laughed.
“ I’m sure you found lots and lots, right? “ You hummed, reaching down to pat the top of the bun on her head. “ Let’s go to your room then, yeah? You can show me them all when we get there, and then find a nice place to put them all! “
“ yep! ” a vigorous nod. she’s already planning on giving some away to her family. ( and she thinks she knows which ones her papas and sister will want. ) kanan beams back at marx, all chock full of energy and light- despite having a good few hours wading around in a pond collecting rocks. “ i don’t know all the types yet, but i bet ophelia has a book on rocks somewhere! ”
“ papa, papa! ” kanan’s small body runs full speed at marx, coming to a ( near ) screeching halt in front of him. she’s slightly out of breath, and her arms are full of a decent assortment of stones and ores. “ it was my turn to look for pretty things in the pond, and i wanna show you the ones i got! ”
@axedemblem
okay, kanan time.
PAPA.
You tilted your head as Kana tried to glance at your work, and to tease her, you pushed the papers further away. You found yourself getting out of you chair, only to squat in front of Kanan.
“ Good! We don’t want you or Yuki getting hurt, after all! “
kanan puffed her cheeks out, and pouted- only for the expression to melt off her face into a smile once more and she wraps her arms ‘round his neck- clearly expecting him to pick her up when he stood. “ yep! and since you’re there, nothing bad will happen! ”
PAPA.
You tilt your head as your attention was drawn from the paperwork in front of you, to your daughter tugging upon your cape. You offered Kanan a soft smile, one to match her bright one, and you ruffled her hair softly.
“ I don’t see why not! You just gotta be careful, alright? “
“ okay! ” there’s a tilt of the head, and kanan stands on her tiptoes, trying to sneak a peak at the piles of paper on marx’s desk. ( she couldn’t understand what any of it said, but- if papa was working on it, then it had to be very, very important! ) “ i’ll be really careful! i pinky promise! ”
