Ashe
Felix gave a mighty yawn, and Ashe grinned down at him with gleaming eyes. "Oh, not you," she cooed to him at her mother's comment on his crying. "No way you just wail, hm? You must roar." She looked up again at Vervain, her chest tightening at the touch to her cheek, and she nodded in agreement. She was reminded that her mother too had suffered for years apart from her family, that both of them had thought this was lost to them.
She looked back down to Felix as he dozed, now slipping into sleep with his full belly. Ashe bit her lip and stroked her fingers over his plump cheek, fingers that were criss-crossed with the scars of a life that said this should be impossible. She brushed them over his soft hair before she settled her hand over his chest that rose and fell with his small impossibly small lungs.
Ashe huffed a quiet laugh and nodded, looking up at her mother. "Any time," she said quickly. Once she might have panicked at the idea, not trusting herself for it but.. she looked down to Felix again and tilted her head at the way his small fingers wrapped tightly around one of hers. "Night or day." She looked at him for a moment longer, eyes dancing over his features and connecting him as her brother, her blood. Ashe looked up and considered her exhausted mother. "Do you want some tea? Or sleep?" she offered. "What do you need?"
She looked back down to Felix as he dozed, now slipping into sleep with his full belly. Ashe bit her lip and stroked her fingers over his plump cheek, fingers that were criss-crossed with the scars of a life that said this should be impossible. She brushed them over his soft hair before she settled her hand over his chest that rose and fell with his small impossibly small lungs.
Ashe huffed a quiet laugh and nodded, looking up at her mother. "Any time," she said quickly. Once she might have panicked at the idea, not trusting herself for it but.. she looked down to Felix again and tilted her head at the way his small fingers wrapped tightly around one of hers. "Night or day." She looked at him for a moment longer, eyes dancing over his features and connecting him as her brother, her blood. Ashe looked up and considered her exhausted mother. "Do you want some tea? Or sleep?" she offered. "What do you need?"
lover, fighter.
