For Cyrano

[cuddlemequeen]

Kalush has been up for a while, hands curled around a cup of tea and frowning at her daughter, sitting across the table and refusing adamantly to sleep

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[cyranosavignien]

He does, after he's seen Jaenelle home, and finds the door open. A little sigh - at least, his new family members have the ability to conceal the worst. He would hate to see the most adorable little girl in the world cry because of a grotesque like him.

His mood is much more sober - and so he only peeks a little, wondering why the door be open so late.

[cuddlemequeen]

Kalush stands up at once, but Arianna reaches him almost before he reaches the door and throws her arms around his knees. "Uncle Cyrano! You're safe!"

[cyranosavignien]

"Oh my little flower," he sighs it, but there's visible emotion in his voice. He bends, picks her up. "Yes, I'm very safe. I keep my promises, to pretty ladies, always."

He smiles at Kalush, as he can, reassuringly.

[cuddlemequeen]

Arianna squirms to a more comfortable position and hugs him fiercely. "I was worried. You might get hurt."

Kalush, however, has noticed something. She frowns. "You are hurt! Oh, damn. Jaenelle..." She sighs, looking a mixture of annoyed and concerned. "Come sit down. I can do something, at least."