@weavethorn His face brightened at the sound of the small, faltering word. His sweet boy who had always communicated in gestures and quiet adorable little noisesโfor some reason, had chosen this day to try his voice. โYes, dearestโฆ Take your time, Iโm listening.โ
@weavethorn โAhโฆ yes,โ Dorian murmured, lowering himself to one knee before the child. With a gentle hand, he patted the young oneโs head. โWell done, my dearโsuch remarkable prowess.โ He cooed out praises, as he took the poor bird into his own palm.
"Something prepared with you in mind."
He adjusted @weavethorn, guiding the small head closer to his chest, inclined his own slightly so his lips could brushed against the crown of soft hair. "Take what you need, little one."
Drawing @weavethorn into his arms, Dorian gave a soft hum as he breathed in the familiar scent of his little one. "And how does my little hatchling fare today?"
He carried the child toward the seating, settling into a chair and arranging the small body upon his lap as though it were the most natural place in the world. "I have made other arrangements," he started as practiced fingers began to unbutton his shirt.
@weavethorn "โjust as you ought to be."
"And now, I believe it is time for dinner. A growing hatchling must not neglect his supper," he continued gently, adjusting the child more securely in his arms, "Come, dearest."
@weavethorn A low, indulgent chuckle stirred in Dorian's chest as he felt the small body settle so comfortably against him. He brushed a gentle hand along the child's back, "Content, aren't we?" Drawing the child closer still, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head.
/ Hello. We might need to inform you that Elikai and @thinebound are now in an alternative universe where Elikai is the child and Dorian is the adultโan ancient m(ilf)age. So, yes. Now Elikai is the young child (still with their smol tentacles) here. ^_^
Love you, mommy.