Post by Kyrie Blaze on Mar 17, 2013 21:28:11 GMT -8
It wasn't a conventional lullaby, but Kyrie had passed through the vast majority of the more well-known ones a little while ago. Both Bastille and Mathew were out - Buck having come to claim the latter in a request for help - and the blonde had been permitted to look after the two small infants.
At first, there was no small amount of anxiety, but after Mathew had left, it was a little easier, and she wasn't terribly concerned with some small amount of crying. Whereas before, she couldn't help feeling flighty. Like somehow it would all be torn away - or that the irrational, paranoid fear of being cuffed would come to light - and she wouldn't get the chance to interact with the babies. Both girls were cradled in her arms, supported in the rocking chair with her feet pushing back and relaxing forwards.
Though she was ever-listening, the blonde's eyes were soft as she peeked down at the two infants. Two sets of innocent green eyes stared back. It was odd that in unison, two hands reached up towards her. Kiyr blinked owlishly, but pulled them higher as she bowed her head.
Two soft hands touched her face. Gently, as only babies could. The blonde blinked her wide blue eyes in shock, and then against the sheen of tears. Two streaked down her cheeks. Her heart broke and mended at the same time, and she pulled her face away, only to stop as one of the girls caught a spiraling curl of her hair. Kyrie received her own blinks and their little gazes were curious, expressions beginning to border on sadness in response to Kyrie's tears.
"H-hey now, let go, csitri. Let go, little one~" Came the soft, almost choked chuckle, the blonde wincing slightly even as she smiled. Upon finally freeing her hair she shook her head to move most of the strands to her back once again, and resumed rocking. "You did not know, Aryanna, but you share the same name as my elder sister. Just a different spelling. ...she is talented, passionate, following her dreams to be a surgeon, and...and she is beautiful. I am sure you will be just as stunning. And you have a twin, too, just like she does...and Evelyn is sure to be every bit as radiant..."
She trailed off. A rueful smile overcame her lips and a few tears streaked down her cheeks. It was safer to talk about her family with the little ones that were too young to tell--that would not remember it. She was still healing from that loss, having not allowed herself time to grieve. But she still spoke of her siblings in the present tense. It was a few minutes later, gathering herself in the silence and allowing herself to just be and relax that she spoke again, her tone soft, still, and ponderous.
"...lullabies are nice. But I bet that you would like to hear stories of your dad, would you not..?" Her gaze turned down, and she managed a brighter smile, just for them. "Well..~ He is someone very strong, and very stubborn. He can be harsh and he can be kind. You would not believe some of the things I have seen him do and accomplish."
And yet, she knew there were plenty of other things he had done she had not seen. But there was still respect in her voice. It changed to appreciation and awe as she regaled the girls with stories, starting with this one.
"...let me tell you of the time we took one of Barker's Underground Facilities. How the Earth Dragon, your dad, and the Storm Dragon, David Blaze, fought against the Facility's Officer. We marched, and then burst into a sprint to clash with Barker's soldiers. Mathew was..."
And so she murmured the story to them, leaning in for emphasis and giving them an array of expressions to make the stories more interesting and engaging. By the time either Mathew or Bastille made it back, they would find the girls safely snuggled up in their crib, and Kyrie curled up in the rocking chair, lightly dozing and leaning against the back of the chair. It seemed rare that she slept deeply, lately, but in the presence of two precious treasures and the knowledge that nowhere was truly safe, she only allowed herself to drift lightly.
Her Family would not be unguarded.