🐥- A memory about their children (past, present, or future)
(( Future times, if Misaki and Lucius have children! ))
The summer had been hot, and most of the days of the Sylla family were spent at the seaside – though it wasn’t exactly a far trek, given that it was practically at their door. The little family had, three suns previously, had their first addition to the family. It was a bright-eyed, giggly little girl with rolls on her arms and her legs. Her hair and face shape belonged to her mother, but the eyes belonged to her father – Garlean third eye upon the forehead included. Though they were monolidded like Misaki’s, they were a brilliant blue, the same hue as the sky that had charmed Misaki from the first day she met Lucius.
Her fingers ran through the silken locks of her daughter as she pulled them into two neat pigtails, smoothed the bangs over her forehead, and kissed the top of her head while the girl played on the toy piano she’d been given. She was a bright and talkative little girl, empathetic and kind even from a young age. Her bucket and shovel sat by the door, and with a gentle nudge from Misaki, she was given permission to stand and slap her little bare feet against the floor to retrieve her toys for their beach day.
“Daddy coming?” she asked as Misaki gently took the thumb her daughter was sucking out of her mouth.
“No fingers in your mouth, Rei!” she chided gently, smiling as she smoothed her hair from her eyes. “And he’s busy today, but he’ll come join us later on.”
The little girl named Rei nodded almost comically seriously at her mother’s reply and looked over her shoulder, rosy lips pouty in thought. Bright blue eyes peeked back up at Misaki, who understood the look, and nodded her head once in reply. A dimpled smile splayed across Rei’s face and she turned in the garden, letting out a yell:
“’Mon, Akira!” she called before placing her little fists on her hips, waiting.
Their dog - a large, fluffy beast with dark brown hair all over except upon her chest - came bounding from the back yard, tail wagging as she lapped her tongue over Rei’s face, to a chorus of pleased giggles. Misaki laughed and beckoned to them both to follow her down the little path to the seaside in front of their house. Rei sped ahead of her with Akira in tow, barking and giggling in a chorus that warmed her to her core.
They had charged into the calm waters and Rei had screamed in playful shock, stomping her feet against the soft sand. Akira nipped at gentle waves, but stuck close to her little charge, watching her carefully. When it seemed as though she might topple, gently was the child’s bathing suit clamped between her jaws and righted again. Misaki ran down to the shoreline and scooped her daughter up into her arms, tickling her belly as they both laughed. She swung Rei around with her arms securely around her before placing her back into the sea, pointing at shells and helping her find them for her to gather into her bucket for the craft they were making in secret for Lucius.
Spending time with Rei and raising her was Misaki’s career, but never had one made her half so happy or so fulfilled. Her daughter was the light of her life, endlessly endearing and entertaining with something interesting or strange to say. Bound and determined were her parents to ensure that Rei never questioned whether or not she was wanted or loved, to never feel the pains Misaki’s parents had inflicted upon her when they left her at the geisha house. Lucius was an adoring and doting father, as serious-minded as he was. He had been so excited to become a father, to raise a child with the love of his life, soldier though he might have been. Misaki was so grateful for him, every single day, for showing Rei what a father should be, for being a husband that she could have only ever dreamed of being so good.
“Momma, will you tell me the story about the mermaids?” Rei babbled in Doman, the language they spoke at home, for the most part. Misaki smiled and looked down as the golden hour blessed her child in its light, reflecting in her black strands of hair.
“Whatever you want, my precious girl.”
(( thank you for the ask, @rihqa! writing this made me feel many things.