have some grayson while i work on the others designs and sprites! just a small wip of whats to come and the super duper awesome lore i have planned!!! ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑
hopefully i'll have plain.vr sprites and works finished up this month and then i'll be able to do lore!! the fun part!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
thanks for the small bunch of those supporting plain.vr! you guys are really inspiring me to keep working on it even if the production is goin slow! (school . . ) ٩(๑´‸｀๑)۶
and make sure 2 drink water and get some good sleep!! its imporant 2 sleep 8 hours a day!! ♡〜٩( ╹▿╹ )۶〜♡
Set in @cirianne's Street Magic Spinoff universe, this is a prequel part 2 to the beautiful story from @kosmosian-quills inspired by this amazing picture by @fandomescapades. This just appeared to me after reading your part❤ and I wanted to give you something back. Thank you for the gift!
I wake up to tiny little whines coming from my right. I have always been a light sleeper and the lifestyle with the rebels kind of required it - but the urgency that runs through me at the sound is very different from what I was used to.
Lilly stirs beside me, her forehead wrinkling a bit, but she doesn't wake up just yet. It has been a lot of waking and falling asleep, disturbed sleep cycles and overthrown regimes lately. Would be great if I managed to let her sleep in for a change.
Jumping from the bed in one smooth motion, and almost tripping at the edge from the rest of sleepiness, I stagger to the crib.
One of the two bundles is moving eagerly, squirming in the flowery blanket. I recognise the orange headband in the dim light from the window and the tiny birthmark on the left hand. Lucy.
"Hey there, ain't it a bit too soon to wake up?" I reach out to offer a finger to her little fists, squeezed so tight together as if she was preparing for a punch. I keep my voice low, and feel the automatic warmth seep through. It's not like I could talk to my daughter in any other way.
I don't remember my own parents or anyone ever being tender to me. Yet it comes so naturally. Like instinct, like breathing or summoning magic. It's like I know what to do whenever the two kiddos need it.
Lucy lets out one more little whine, less angry and more frustrated. Grace beside her stirs under the duckling yellow cover, her violet headband shifting on the first signs of dark hair.
I scoop Lucy up in my arms, gingerly holding the flowery blanket to her tiny body. "Come on, what about we let mommy and Gracie sleep a bit more? You, little troublemaker, are coming with me."
I walk out the room, hopefully rocking her to sleep. Lucy squeaks in my ear.
"Shhh, it's all right. I'm right here. Isn’t that better?"
She calms in my arms, as if listening to my voice, her little fists curling on my chest. She sights as if she was just waiting for me to figure out the right thing to say.
It never ceases to amaze me how sensitive they are to touch and voice. All problems of the world stop existing when me or Lilly reach out to them, like we could chase everything bad away. It's such unconditional trust it makes my head spin sometimes.
I have never trusted anybody in my life. Not until I met Lilly. And now I had these two little girls that completely and entirely rely on us to keep them safe and sound. There was no doubt in any of the demanding little cries that one of us would come running, do anything so they would be happy.
Scary how right they are.
The trust that came with being a kid, trust to be unconditionally loved and nurtured no matter what happens.
There is no worse trauma than being denied that right. The pain that drove me with anger for years, the sorrow that Lilly feels whenever she is reminded of her father. I see only now how inexcusable it is to break that trust, that sacred bond.
I can't imagine of ever doing that to my girls. No, they are going to have a different life from us. They will have so much more.
I sit down on the sofa in the common room, rocking her there and back. Lucy is quiet in my arms, content like it's her favorite place.
I plant a kiss at her little forehead, bring her close to my face as she coos. "There you go, Luce. I'm right here. Always going to be right here."
The sentimentality is new as well, but I trust Lucy to keep it between us. Lilly wouldn't let me live it down.
As I hold the sleeping child, I can't help but think this is the biggest miracle. Not magic, not explosions, mind reading or even healing - this right here, the life in my arms that came from me and Lilly is the biggest magic of them all.
