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Cracks in false stone -- Part Three
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The idea of everything going wrong was a more trivial thing than anybody realized, Blince’s thoughts told him as he strode across his silent home, his lover asleep upstairs still, but his two children having awoken, and were playing within the family room.
Toryn, Blince’s eldest, was coming upon two years of age, though was growing quickly. A sweet child, bold, and always full of giggles, but only every giggling because he’d grabbed something that provoked someone’s reaction. His features were soft, with jet black hair like his father and deeply blue eyes, moreso deeply coloured than both his father and his mother, though both still had the same colour.
Tayne, his youngest child, was a true babe. Small in every way, and shy. Always hiding behind whatever he could, whether it be the hood the child wore to keep warm or the furs of his father when being held by him. Though now, when next to his half-brother, the child opened up and played well.
Blince looked upon the two, sitting in the chair opposite them, hands pressed upon the arms of the chair while the room filled with quiet gasps, giggles and whines from his two small children. A rare smile upon his features, and a sense of calmness falling over himself.
This what he wasn’t going to let end, he thought to himself. This is what shall never end, these two children. Anyone else may die, but not them. I won’t lose another child. He assured himself, though he knew the two children were strong, even when they had fevers they acted more or less like they usually did.
But everything going wrong, and them ending up dead? That could happen. It happened before, twice, to him. It could happen now, that’s why there are weapons everywhere, several locks on everydoor and their father almost never asleep. They would be safe. Nothing would step between him and his family, not again. Never, again.
