king rolls his eyes at the one-track mind of this woman.
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"it's still possible ta be a dragon tamer 'n have somethin' other than dragons."
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how else did you handle situations like this? pokemon centers? tch.
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"i'll handle it, don't cha worry yer little head princess."

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she shrugs her shoulders at that. she's not a jack of all trades. she's a master of one. taking care of the sheer amount of dragons she has already is a daunting task.

"aw, my hero," she says with a roll of her eyes.

she sets down the sausage patty she'd been nibbling on and wipes her hands for the last time. if she eats anymore, she might pop.

so she pushes the plate away and reaches out to put a restless hand on king's knee. "i need to rest." obviously. "would you want to...watch a movie together? can i steal you today?"

KING WAYLAND

☉

oh. right. how quick she is to forget. but the smile doesn't slip from her face. it strains (just a little) because this is new and it's a lot and she really, really is tired. but she can't let him go. she can't be away from him. not now.

so, as she gets off the chair, she grabs a plate and puts a small little something together. frowning, she goes to the fridge and rummages around for something that isn't meat and eggs. and finds an apple to cut up.

"why don't you wake her? let her eat and...see if she wants to watch it with us?" every word is spoken with hesitation, but it's because she's dancing around it. because she's trying. 

KING WAYLAND

☉

his gaze travels so, so tenderly towards the closed door. she sees his wanting and his nervousness, the weight of the world on his shoulders. delta will undoubtedly take pieces of him from her. and it's in a dragon's nature to protect its hoard. so she does not follow where he looks, afraid her eyes might betray her doubts. her own fears.

when he opens the door, she withdraws a cutting board and cuts the apple in half. she focuses intently on it, cutting away some of the more bruised bits, and looks up, freezing at the expression on his face as he stoops over her sleeping shape. 

her eyes smart. a warmth bubbles through her. delta and delta alone may be the only thing able to break down the lingering pain of backhanded love, all king's ever known until now.

and he's right. she does wake. those big eyes of hers flutter open. she stiffens and freya can see plainly as she puts she pieces together. her gaze drops to the food and then back up to her, traveling from the knife in her hands and the half-cut apple, pausing curiously over her shoulder. there's a question there, as she lifts her gaze, head tilted.

"your dad fixed me up last night. and he fixed us some breakfast." she puts the apple pieces on the plate she'd prepped for her and slides it over for her. 

KING WAYLAND

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king almost recoils at the usage of 'dad', looking hesitantly at the bundle in his arms. delta, however, made no outward notion indicating she even noticed the word being used. he suppresses the breath of relief before it could bubble any further up his throat.[break][break]

feeling the girl squirming, he crouches to let her down onto the floor. with a stoic mask, no doubt a product or her mother's genetics, she approaches the plate of apples... and walks right by it. instead, she makes a beeline to the paper towel that houses the leftover bacon.
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taking a piece, and relishing mutely the satisfying crunch, she stares up at freya. her eyes travel the visible wounds, continuing her snack in silence.
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"there's more," king says, too distracted to notice the morbid curiosity on full-display from his daughter. "take as much as you want."

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freya tries very hard not to feel affronted by the fact that delta ignores her. king has, like with most everything else, not told her very much about his daughter. not that she blames him. it's a sore subject, but if she already hadn't felt ill-prepared, she feels like she's dived straight into the deep end. 

delta looks at her without flinching and freya stares back, watching her eyes flicker minutely over the bruises around her neck. king tells her to take more bacon and she reaches blindly for another piece, chewing thoughtfully as she regards freya.

she fidgets with the sleeve of her shirt, ghosting the sensitive pink flesh underneath, and turns.

"i'll grab some blankets and pillows and set up the couch, and let you two catch up," she says as she passes king, fingertips skirting the small of his back as she goes. 

KING WAYLAND

☉

king gives a brief smile to freya as she departs, turning to face the small child.
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"yer makin' er nervous." the scold came natural, despite the lack of familiar between the two. delta, in response, only puffs out from her nostrils and takes another piece of pork. he only rolls his eyes, moving to the kitchen in a small effort to clean-up. [break][break]without prompting, delta begins to help, though her small hands reach greedily for the food still in the pans. he didn't have the heart to chastise her, and, well, it let her has a semblance of breakfast.
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eventually though, they leave the majority of the work to be done later. he holds out a hand for the girl, speaking.
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"c'mon. we're relaxin' 'n watchin' movies all day."
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his smile widens when she puts her hand in his, and they move after freya.

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they walk in, hand in hand, and freya's concentrated gaze softens. she'd set up a nest of sorts for them, with all the pillows she could find (that weren't bloodied). she's nestled in a couple of them now, knees tucked loosely with the remote in her hands. 

exhaustion is clear on her now, but she brightens and tries to push most of it away when delta lets go of king's hand and plops down on one of the blankets bundled on the floor.

"you can sit with us on the couch," freya says, but delta just crosses her legs and fidgets with her blanket instead.

"so, what are we in the mood to watch? do you want to pick for us?" she asks and holds out the remote to her.

KING WAYLAND

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delta eyes the remote but shakes her head; her fingers curl deeper rends into the blanket, and she soon wraps herself in it for a measure of comfort.
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king reaches out, taking the remote before the awkwardness could rise even further.
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"i'll choose, ye? somethin'—" he tosses a curious glance down at the bundled girl "— family friendly. cheaper by the dozen?" it's been years since he's seen that.
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[attr="class","notes"]freya morningstar[break]

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they're a mismatched, hodgepodge family themselves so it seems suitable. freya doesn't have any qualms, though she does think it's somewhat funny imagining king settling in to watch it. delta doesn't seem to give any inclination that she wants or doesn't want to watch it, so freya reaches up for king's hand and coaxes him down. 

"sounds good to me."

at this point, she doesn't really care what they watch. as soon as king settles, she repositions herself by putting a pillow in his lap and laying her head down.

"this okay?" she asks tentatively, sneaking a glance upward. delta's own eyes are already glued to the screen.

KING WAYLAND

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he looks down, confused. after a moment, it clicks, and he holds back the chuckle that rises. her hesitation made sense in a way; this was a facet of their relationship they hadn't really explored.
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he lays a calloused hand on her forehead, stroking the unblemished skin with his thumb. he doesn't speak, only nodding with a small smile before turning his attention back up to the television.
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he'd had this moment once or twice as a child, but he much preferred this.
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