#tabris family

[insomniactiefling]

Tabris Family | Aesthetic

[bumblerhizal-art]

happy father's day to cyrion tabris and cyrion tabris only

[fortnitejotaroballs]

"praying won't save you, cyrion."

[heniareth]

Nightly Vigil

Words: 536 | Rating: Teen and up

A quick character study of Astala Tabris as a teen, and her changing relationship with her mother. The hanging mentioned at the beginning refers to the hanging of one of Adaia Tabris's fellow smugglers, which Astala witnessed with her mother (lotta headcanon material in this one)

On the fourth night after the hanging—that is, as soon as the appropriate time for a wake had passed—her mother was out running the streets again. And Astala couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed. She tried to find rest, but all the while she listened to every creak of the house, every brush of the wind against its crooked frame. She listened for steps. She listened for the dull roar of a mob.

Finally, she gave up, and climbed out of the bed. She hesitated, wrapped a shawl around herself to ward off the cold. Then she quietly approached her father sitting in front of the hearth.

Her mother could approach her father unheard. But her, he heard her. He smiled when he saw her, and pulled a chair up next to his. She'd long stopped being small enough to share a chair with her father.

"Can't sleep, little one?" he asked.

Astala shook her head, and leaned against him.

Her father wrapped an arm around her, and they both sat in silence, trying to look past the cover of darkness Adaia Tabris had disappeared into.

For as long as Astala could remember, her mother had done this. A few times, Astala had even gone with her, now that she was old enough to do so. And for as long as she could remember, her father had stayed up and waited for her.

"Will Ma come back?"

Her father sighed. "Well, she has always come back."

Astala didn't like that answer one bit. She could feel her father wasn't happy, either.

"What if she gets caught?"

"We can only pray that that doesn't happen, little one." Her father ran a hand over her hair. "I fear-"

He feared. What he feared, Astala never knew. He stopped himself before he could finish the thought.

"I want her to stop doing this", Astala mumbled into the resulting silence and pressed her head against her father's shoulder. "Why does she do this?"

It took her father a while to answer.

"Your mother..." he began, haltingly, "has always loved her freedom. It's important to her to be out, carrying her weapons. Even if..." He took a weary breath. "Even if it puts her in danger."

While Astala mulled this over in silence, her father continued speaking.

"Your mother also cannot stop doing what she thinks is right. It will drive her up the walls, and right now she thinks it's right to go out and work like every other night." Her father shifted, and as Astala looked up at him she found him looking at her with a smile. "You do that as well, you know?"

Astala looked away. Then she shook her head.

"I would never do this."

"My little girl." There was pity in her father's voice, and Astala didn't lean against him as much as he pulled her closer. "Don't be too harsh on your mother. She is trying to do her very best. For all of us."

Astala said nothing, and settled against her father's shoulders once more because she knew it would make him happier than arguing. She stared into the low flames of the hearth, jaw locked and tense, eyes stinging.

[raymuratadraws]

A lineup of my Surana/Tabris families and how they relate to each other <3 (Mara Tabris was originally created by my dear @ladylikexxx)

[arimabari]

I love my strong and beautiful cousin!!! I love her!!!

[mirielsart]

Like mother, like daughter. I have this headcanon that Adaia is of Rivaini descent.

[jillian-613]

The Tabris Cousins