Sardar reached out to carefully stroke his son’s downy head. “He looks just like you.”
The corners of her mouth quirked into a small, wry grin as she watched her husband’s blatant adoration of their newborn child. “Of course he does, he is my son after all.” Pausing, she tilted her head around to face Sardar. “But I will concede that he has your nose and ears.”
A chuckle escaped him and he kissed her brow. “And my wit and love for humor, no doubt.”
Morrigan snorted, returning her gaze back to her slumbering son. She wouldn’t be at all shocked that years from now, Kieran would suddenly be well versed in puns and awful japes, influenced by Sardar’s aggravating but rather impressive witticism. Not that she’ll admit that to her husband and watch him gloat. He’d just tease her with even more jests.
“Do you want to hold him?” she suddenly asked, her arms shifting a little from Kieran’s weight. He nodded wordlessly, unable to tear his eyes off of her and their son while she re-positioned her hands to allow Sardar to take and cradle Kieran in his waiting arms. After so much waiting and time apart, her son could finally be held by his own father. That sight alone warmed Morrigan’s heart. Their family was whole once more.
Commission by sionra. You can check out their work on Instragram @sion_art or on the dA link I provided. I am so grateful and delighted to get another commission for her and really liked this art style of hers. It reminds me of an beautiful inked illustration made in times of antiquity or something to be found in the epilogue chapters of a video game or series.
I absolutely love how this commission of my Warden Mahariel with his family turned out. Sardar and his wife, Morrigan, and their son, Kieran, look so endearing and sweet in this perfect picture of family reunion. Screw canon, this my happy ending for Sardar Mahariel, Morrigan, and Kieran. <3
