#hearthflame

[boiintheback]

Ogerpon & assorted Mask GIFs recorded from Pokémon Home

[strangeerror465]

((Holy cow is this late. I’m sorry icy bb ;-;))

“Mama?” Rassa’s voice was soft and curious as she looked up at her mother. She liked to watch her mother work the dough and turn it into pretty shapes and sometimes even pretty colors.

“Yes sweetheart?” Sina hummed, keeping most of her focus on the dough as she kneaded it on the flour covered counter.

“There’s a day just for mama’s right?”

Sisina felt herself smile. “Yes, that was earlier this year. I liked your card very much.”

“If there’s a day for mommies, is there a day for daddies too?” Little feet clad in green slippers kicked back and forth, as she watched.

Her mother frowned a little, turning to look at her youngest child. “Yes, of course.”

Rassa tilted her head to the side, looking curious. “When is it? I wanna make something for Daddy.”

“Well it’s...” Sisina trailed off, her brow furrowing for a moment. “It’s uh...” A look of dawning horror on her face. “Sh-” she started to swear before looking at her baby. “shhhhugar snaps.” It didn’t exactly hold the same “oomph” but there were a lot of sacrifices that were made in becoming a parent. Swearing like a sailor was one. Those beautiful green eyes were staring at her and she sighed. “I’m sorry sweetie, I forgot. It’s already passed.”

“Mama!” Rassa complained indignantly.

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry sweetheart. I just... I forgot I’m so sorry.” It wasn’t like she’d normally needed to remember the date. Most of her children’s biological fathers hadn’t been in their lives very much. But with Ro back... How could she have forgotten? Had he been gone when the actual date had gone by? Had she just utterly blanked it out?

“Well we gotta fix it!” The little girl stood up on the chair, stomping her foot. She huffed as her mother scooped her up and set her on the ground.

“Don’t do that, you might fall.” Sina scolded before running her hand over her hair, sending a nice white streak of flour through it. Her daughter was right though, this wasn’t something she could just let be. Ro’liath hadn’t actually said anything about it but that didn’t mean that it shouldn’t and couldn’t be fixed. All that had to be done was a little planning...

Four days later, everything was ready. All of the children were on board and even Clissa seemed to look forward to doing something for the strange man who she’d come to know as a father figure of sorts. Kyre had taken Ro’liath to the market under the pretenses (and actual necessity) of getting groceries for their home.

On the table there was a small cake, decorated pristinely with little flowers and border work (Kyre and Clissa’s work respectively). The neatness of the decorations clashed with the much clumsier lettering on the top of the cake. Rassa had been very, very adamant that she get to write “We love you Daddy” on the top. The letters were all over the place and varied in size, but at least Clissa had made sure she spelled it right. In order to keep the peace between sisters, Sisina had made sure to watch over the creation.

The cake was the center point and around it lay the dinner. Ro’liath had a love of spicy foods so Sina had been sure to incorporate that into a meat stew she’d been making since she’d been old enough to see over the stove top. There was fresh greens, fresh bread, everything that she could think of. Everything was laid out perfectly and the multitude of cats that had come to reside at Hearthflame Bakery had been shooed out to ensure it stayed that way.

When Ro’liath set foot through the doorway, he was met with a loud “Surprise!” from his family and Kyre stood by his side grinning. It wasn’t a moment later that Rassa ran over to throw her arms around his waist and hug him, practically bouncing with her excitement. Even Clissa gave him a hug. And Sisina simply smiled as she watched her little ones hug and, in Rassa’s case, chatter at their father. She could always apologize later. For now she was just happy to see her love smiling so brightly, even as tears ran down his cheeks.

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He couldn't cry, he wouldn't. Not while he held Rassa in his arms, bawling into his neck about how much she missed her mother. Not when Clissa, who was always so fickle about touching the knight, buried her face into his leg and cried on his trousers. Not when Kyre looked up at him, tears in his eyes as he took Rassa from Ro'liath's arms and handed him flowers in her stead. The large knight stepped forth, laying the bouquet of golden lotuses on his first love's grave. Cold tears wet his eyes,

cont. his hulking shoulders buckling as he began to sob over Sisina’s headstone, “Oh Sisina…” He heaved, “Sisina!” He cried out loud, his head throwing back in anguish. Kyre couldn’t hold back like this, holding Rassa tighter as he began to cry too. Ro'liath pressed his forehead to the cold stone, sobbing inconsolably as Clissa ran up behind him and buried her face into his shoulders, “Light… I promise, I’ll take care of them for you, please… please be patient… I’ll be with you again someday.”

WOW. OKAY. THAT WAS RUDE. THERE IS NOT A LEVEL FOR HOW RUDE THAT IS AND YOU CALL ME A MONSTER. RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE.