𝑹𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑫

𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃 𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙐𝙈𝙋𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙏. to the stars who listen — and the dreams that are answered.

the sudden blade catches Rhys off guard, parrying the assault with a blade of his own. “that’s how we great each other now, brother?”

Rhys’ own hand curled over her’s, allowing her to lead the small family into the massive master bedroom. “did you want me to put him in his crib? you look rather tired yourself. . 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚.” he shot the last part down the bond.

he wouldn’t let her dwell upon it too long. that was a downward spiral even he had found himself on at one point in time. his brows furrowed at her statement, watching as the baby curled into his mother’s arm, a light snoring already falling from him. +

“someone is tired.” he mentioned, finding himself yawning loudly as well. at this point, he wasn’t sure if he was speaking for himself, or his child.

“it’s whatever he wants. i don’t necessarily want him to live that life.” he explained, violet hues watching his son intently, moving his arm gently so he could take a few guided steps. Rhys only shifts when the babe yawns, small mount making a prominent ‘o’ with his lips. +

whispering low ‘I love yous’ to her and his child. “he’ll be a warrior soon enough.”

“slow down. don’t want to rush anything with him.” he reminded his mate, leaning forward to press light kisses atop her head. but really, all those things were exciting to think about. but they never had enough time. reaching to wipe away a tear, he’s +

his fingers are rubbing his palm, inhaling deeply. “im in dire need of a vacation. Feyre barely gets any sleep with nyx and im trying to help her out but —” he huffs. “nevermind.”

child. he was always destined for great things.” he added, arms encircling around them both. “our son is actually walking. . ” was he emotional? Feyre could definitely feel it almost the bond.

“how could i miss ( that )?” he murmured, now unafraid to speak freely now that the infant was safe within his mother’s awaiting arms. he too kneels on the floor, pride painting amongst his visage as well. “but are we suprised though? he’s ( my ) +

isn’t he always? so match work to do, not enough time. “im not in the mood for Cassian’s antics.”

different story. nyx’s little hands opened and closed repeatedly as he closed the distance to his mother, falling into her awaiting arms.

𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 !! he’s got down the bond, afraid to say it out loud, in fears of startling the child. he watched the interaction, biting down the smile as the hound child toddled towards his mother. Rhys tried so hard to hide his emotions in the moment, but his eyes told a +

and what does he want?

there he was; their child, who hadn’t taken so much as a step before, standing upright, small hands reaching out for his mother.

“im not like typical high lords.” he quipped, subconsciously leaning into her touch. he didn’t even notice her set their son down, too caught up within his mate, until a movement was caught in his peripheral. he turns, eyes widening as he lightly tugs upon his wife’s arm. +

“I think they’ll manage. . ”

he scowled, albeit playfully once his child pulled upon the lapels of his jacket. the only thing to pull him out of it was her nose brushing amongst his neck. he’s fighting another shiver. fingernails dig into the fabric of her dress, wanting to tear it. +