Nov 19, 2022
STARTER CALL // KUROGIRI.
My muse for kurogiri is back and better than ever, so like this post for a starter from him!! If you’re a multi, please specify who you want the starter for, and thank you!
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STARTER CALL // KUROGIRI.
My muse for kurogiri is back and better than ever, so like this post for a starter from him!! If you’re a multi, please specify who you want the starter for, and thank you!
i believe Robert didnt fall first but fell harder like wheew
what could’ve been
identity
"One day, we'll look back and be amazed at how far we've come."
"Mika NO" - Varka "MIKA YESSSSS" - Lohen, probably
“papa, what a dad?” lucian’s question is shot through sylus’s ear as he uses his father as a jungle gym once more.
a dangerous feat to be climbing such a skyscraper while it walks forward, but who would lucian be if he cannot be the daring headache he so charmingly can be?
gripping sylus’s shirt tight, lucian uses his chin on his shoulder as leverage to haul himself up.
sylus supports his bottom with one hand. adjusts the shades lucian grabbed onto and pulled earlier with the other. “it’s me. i’m your dad.”
“papa dad and papa?” he grunts, feet digging into sylus’s side to push himself higher up the shoulder. sylus doesn’t even flinch. “papa is not papa what?”
sylus’s brows knit together. the question proving to be a little more difficult to understand let alone to explain now. “dads and papas are fathers. it just depends on what you call them.”
lucian finally makes it up sylus’s shoulders now. the air is colder up here, but the sun beats down a little harsher. he closes his eyes. “ow.”
having successfully shooed mephisto off the other shoulder in place of his leg, the bird sits on the child’s head. he opens his wings as shade. lucian squints. “good birdie.”
and turns back to sylus. “fa-dur and ma-dur is— mama and papa?”
“yes, angel.” sylus steadies him with hands on his knees as they continue to walk.
“papa is not papa what?” he asks again.
sylus frowns. “what do you mean?”
“papa is—,” lucian’s face shows the world just how much processing his growing brain is doing. mephisto squawks at him to try and help, but lucian shakes his head. “papa is? is kee-ro? is lucian?”
but sylus still doesn’t get it. “i don’t—“
“ah!” lucian gasps, grabs mephisto by the neck (he doesn’t mind, he’s used to it by now) and almost pokes sylus’s eye out when he shoves it in his vision. an abrupt pause to their walk is in order. “dis m’pisto!”
“that’s mephisto.” sylus nods, watching. admiring how lucian is solving the predicament all on his own.
lucian points to himself. “woo-shee-an.”
“lucian.”
back to the direction of the house. “kee-ro. kee-wi. wook.”
“kyros, kieran, luke…”
points to random directions, not knowing where your work really is located. “mama!”
sylus smiles. he gets it. he says your name and lucian’s face brightens.
“hmph!” lucian points to him now. his dad. his father. his papa. “you!”
sylus chuckles. hooking his hands under lucian’s armpits, he brings his son down to eye level and rests him in the crook of his elbow. he takes his sunglasses off to look him in the eye. “sylus.”
“ooh.” lucian coos, wide eyed and wonderful. “sy-woos. nice.”
sylus laughs. “want to call me sylus?”
lucian thinks about it for a minute. tries it again on his tongue and makes a decision. “no, tank yoo.”
“don’t like my name?”
lucian shakes his head, no it’s not that. it’s just that, “i like my papa.”
sylus kisses his boy’s cheeks and they resume walking their crow. “i like my lucian too.”
Valko, where you been loca?!