Terror Adhaerens ❂ Boa and Junsu [Past!Para]
"Nadya, my love, it's time to wake up."
A voice, subtle and sweet, rose in the young tiger's ears, pulling her from her with a gentle caress from the land of dreams. Golden orbs making their appearance after the fluttering of lashes, a light groan leaving her that was not upset but rather confused, sure the sun had yet to rise. Sleep was evident in her slim and still childishly round countenance, holding only pure adoration for the woman before her, the one who had mothered and nurtured her all the days of her still short life, even in the state between dreaming and wakefulness. After a few seconds of shaking the drowsy haze in her mind away, her soprano rose in question.
The older woman, of medium height and slim with liquid black hair that held traces of snowy white and eyes a striking light jade, smiled at her daughter as loving fingers moved through raven and auburn locks. Comforted by the touch, curious eyes moved about the room finding that it indeed was before dawn. Staying in a lying position in the warm blankets around her, the then Nadezhda, Nadya for short, waiting patiently for an explanation. It came a few seconds later with the arrival of a tall and burly male, voice low and gravelly, like a contained roar.
"Is she awake Irina? Everything has been packed."
One would be inclined to cower before him, his expression trapped in a scowl with golden eyes dark and jaded from wars previous, but the minute he face the pair everything went light, obvious affection and love playing in those animalistic eyes as he regarded his family. Young daughter, so innocent and naive, only smiled up at her papa, short arms reaching for him. She did not have to wait long because with a playful roar he scooped her up and held her high. High peals of laughter met the action, mother chuckling softly at her husband's actions.
"Up you go moi radost. Get get dressed and brush your teeth. We are going down to town early today."
"Don't forget to grab the brush on your way to the kitchen."
"Okay mama. Can I have a braid today?"
Small feet padded off as was directed, going about the daily routines taught to her by both of her parents. Now that she was six years old her parents had asked her if she wanted to try getting ready by herself and she'd vehemently said yes, the wish to be independent something both her mother and father encouraged. Their little girl was their shining star, the best combination of serene intelligence and savage ferocity, admitting their bias but remaining spirited of their daughter's skills. With a mother's loving guidance and a father's quiet influence, the young tiger was on the path to be an imposing woman with both delicate femininity and the ability to be an individual, to stand on her own two feet without needing to reply on anyone.
In five minutes the cub was dressed, donning a cute green dress with bows, and rushing quickly to her mother's side, their small house only one floor and containing six rooms; kitchen, living room, two bedrooms, a bathroom and a sun room. Nadya found the elegant woman in the kitchen, putting a breakfast of eggs and thin pancakes with bananas onto a child-sized plate. Hairbrush in hand like instructed, she pulled on her mother's dress to get her attention as she set the place down onto the table in her daughter's spot. Taking the brush as it was offered, the older female helped her child into the chair and called out to her husband.
"Viktor, breakfast time!"
A low affirmation came from the sun room and seemingly satisfied, mother began brushing daughter's hair with care, braiding those luscious locks quickly and holding it there with a ribbon. With a pat to her head, Irina set the necessary utensils down and began making her husband's plate, setting everything into place before beginning her own meal. There was soft music playing in the background, an old radio bringing the melody of old Russian songs into the atmosphere of their day, father joining in and completing their picture of a happiness. The secret news only husband and wife knew only added an estatic layer, both parents wondering how their beloved child would take the news of a addition to their small yet newly growing family.
Down in the sleepy town, one they technically resided in if only closer to the outskirts, hunters lied in the shadows waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike as one. It would be sunrise when the first sin was committed, an elderly couple the start of the long line of victims that day, pulled away so the stench of blood would not warn the rest. It was this day, seemingly so normal and mundane, that would mark the death of hundreds and unintentionally leave a single survivor in the carnage.
