FOR EVERY ❇ IN MY ASKBOX MY CHARACTER WILL REVEAL A DAYDREAM/FANTASY OF THEIRS.
"Do you see that? High up above, Galio." Durand said, pointing. Galio stared up past the pointed finger, his creator nestled against him. They were coming back from another travel, nestled under one of the large, large trees of Demacia’s forests. High above, past any normal person’s sight, Galio saw exactly what his creator was pointing out.
The Demacian did have a knack for seeing things no one else could, after all.
"Birds." The gargoyle’s voice came. "A family of them. Almost out of sight, like the are not even there." Durand chuckled, reaching up to pat Galio’s cheek.
"That’s what we are, Galio. Don’t ever forget that. We’re family. You, and I, and all your brothers and sisters. Our family is what keeps us strong.” Durand said, before going back to his work. In his lap was an extremely smooth stone, almost as big as the artificer’s head. He was, rather meticulously, sketching out the workings of a rune he was going to put on it.
"… Family." Galio repeated. "Durand, I know too many definitions of the word but— none of them seem to fit."
"That’s because family can be defined more ways than that." The Demacian spoke, not breaking stride in his work. "Family can mean lineage. Can mean bloodline. It can even be those close to you that you care for. That you would give your life for. That you devote yourself to. That can be a family, too."
Galio looked back down at the man, not wanting to disturb his work. Durand was always so strikingly patient. He had to be, considering his work called for it— but even amidst all of Galio’s curiosities and questions, he never once seemed angered by it. If anything, Durand was proud that Galio wanted to know more, and learn more.
"Would that make you our father, then?" Galio asked. That was enough to make Durand pause in his scrutiny, setting the stone aside. "You said the others are my brothers and sisters. You then, must be the father. And the mother, I suppose, since you "gave birth" to us in a light."
Durand laughed a little, starting at a chuckle and quickly letting it overtake him. Galio was suddenly afraid he’d offended the man, but when Durand turned to look up at him, there was only mirth in his eyes. “Yes, Galio, I suppose I am. You don’t need to call me father, or dad, or any of those words. We can still be family without.”
Durand yawned, wrapping up his runestone and setting it aside. There was no order given— Galio’s wings stretched out far before curling inwards, creating a protective shield around the curled up Artificer. With only a small hole above to let light in, the gargoyle quickly called upon his magics, turning himself into defensive stone.
Galio didn't even realized he'd spoken aloud, until two of the birds sitting on his snout flew off, startled by the noise.
One had stayed, however, curious and unafraid, staring back at him. It chirped back, and he grinned, picking it gently off of his tusk and placing it on his head.
