Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

[1099] – Y05.099 – Beautiful

[1099] – y05.099 – beautiful

“it’s so beautiful when it’s snowing,” adam whispered.

“it is,” vonda agreed, her head upon her husband’s shoulder, their fingers intertwined together. the thick clothing of the iyr warmed the pair, the snow falling all around them so gently, blanketing the iyr with a white serenity.

the half elf poured tea within the cup, and for the fear of burning his wife, he decided against holding the cup up to her lips. he stared out towards the canvas of white, then he took in the sight of the sky, hiding so shyly behind the fog.

“after my prayers, i would draw in the snow,” vonda said. “long winding branches, leaves curling outwards. sometimes i would draw a repeating pattern along the snow, slowly, carefully, until i was called to assist. the next morning, it would be gone, taken by the snow, i would have a blank canvas once more.”

“when i was a boy, i would do the same. then, we bought a computer, and outside of playing a bit of footie now and again with my cousins, i’d stay inside, playing games, exploring the internet, watching videos. it’s weird. i never thought i’d be able to stop and enjoy nature like this again, but...”

vonda nestled her head against her husband’s neck, wrapping her arms around his arm, her fingers resting against his biceps, clutching at him gently. though her husband flushed at her touch, she was certain he did not understand the fear which gripped her heart. she closed her eyes, pinning the half elf close, not allowing him to escape from her clutches, not that he seemed to mind.

adam could feel the ache within his arm, but since it was his wife, the ache was not annoying in the slightest, but rather, the ache of their love. the half elf smiled, resting his cheek atop her head, remaining trapped within his wife’s adoration.

the snow continued to fall upon the iyr, and though the chill renewed aches of old bones, it hardened the bones of the young.

“do you see it?” jurot asked.

“see?” damrot asked, glancing up at his father, the tip of his nose and his cheeks red like a rose. his innocent eyes blinked up towards the iyrman, whose eyes remained glued to the landscape in front of him, and the boy looked back out at the white world in front of him. “so?”

“snow,” jurot confirmed. “when i was a boy, i would come and sit here, and watch the snow fall. do you see it?”

“see,” the boy replied.

“this... is the iyr.” jurot hoisted the boy up and placed him upon his lap. “this... is the iyr. it is our home. mine. yours. your mother’s.”

“mama?” damrot asked.

“yes. it is now.”

“so.” the boy leaned back against his father’s chest, though his small legs sunk into the snow, his thick boots still too light to sink against it. “baybaybayboo?”

jurot fixed the boy’s hat, and wrapped an arm around his front. “i do not understand what you said, but know that i listened.”

“bibi,” damrot stated.

“bee?”

damrot looked up at his father, the boy cackling lightly, clapping his hands excitedly. “dada!”

“are you bullying me?”

“bi!”

“i see.” jurot reached down to hold his son’s chin, holding his son’s gaze. the boy smiled, but his smile dropped, only to return as he saw his father’s gentle smile.

“bibi!” the boy’s words remained full of delight, even as the shadow of his father engulfed him, their warm foreheads pressed together.

“i know you do not understand my words, but you must know this. i am not as good as adam when it comes to showing my affection, but when it comes to love for you, he can only match me.”

“dada!”

jurot had so many things he wished to say to his son, but he understood it was not the right time. he held the boy’s head to his chest, before bringing the dummy to his son’s lip, for a gloved finger was no good. as they embraced so tenderly, jurot wondered if his father had held him like this as a boy during nightval.

as nightval continued to pass, the children bullying adam further, all the while he continued to flirt with his wife, the iyr continued to prepare.

“will he kill me?”

“no.”

“then it’ll be fine,” adam said, shrugging his shoulders, as though it were truly that simple. “jurot will make him think twice about doing anything too bad.”

dunes let out a low sigh. “he will be interested in meeting you...”

“yeah?” adam smiled. “what have you told him?”

“not enough, and too much.” dunes shook his head. “i informed my mentor that i was going to...” dunes paused. he blinked. “i forgot to message my mentor that i was alive.”

“...”

“...”

“we should probably go another year,” adam joked.

dunes chuckled, the pair continuing to drink away at their tea, eating their snacks.

‘should i switch to a sword?’ adam thought, thinking of his new axe. ‘if i keep acting up, the rot family and the iyr will be...’ he reached up to scratch his cheek. he glanced aside to his twins, who were playing with their nano from the tam family. his eyes fell to his son, who smiled so adorably. jarot joined in on their morning training, but he also copied his uncle, squatting in such a way that adam couldn’t help but think his son was the cutest.

‘ooofookurkuh!’ jarot would groan aloud whenever he finished his squats, holding onto his hamstrings.

‘what am i thinking? i should use an axe...’ adam sipped his tea with a smile.

“pahpuh,” damrot called, rushing up to adam, his hands swinging wildly as he urged himself forward.

“damrot?” adam lifted up damrot onto his lap. “what’s the matter?”

damrot smiled up at adam, before his eyes darted to dunes, his smile quickly dropping. he withdrew to his uncle’s chest shyly, while adam wrapped an arm around him.

“how can my son call me papo? am i that terrible of a father?”

dunes raised his brow, sipping his tea.

“you should say something encouraging, manager!” adam lifted damrot up with his bicep, planting a firm kiss on his warm forehead. “damrot, you see? he thinks he is a big man now that he survived certain death!”

“ooo!” damrot cooed.

“where is your dada?” adam asked.

“dada...” damrot peeked over his shoulder, furrowing his brows. his father had told him to come to see his papo, but he was gone?

elder zijin leaned back in his chair, raising his brow at the iyrman. “are you certain?”

“yes.”

“...” zijin thought for a long moment, his thoughts falling upon jaygak, who continued her intense training. ‘it may be best for them to go this year.’ “okay.”

“i am sorry for coming so late.”

zijin raised a hand, bowing his head lightly, before dismissing the iyrman. ‘you have all grown so much.’

our adorable iyrmen are all growing up!