Little Loves

[Kyrie Blaze]

. o O ( Set the same time as Dealing~ )


Mathew wasn't home. The blonde found that out, quickly enough. He would probably come back towards or well into the evening, which meant...

...which meant Kyrie had time with the two girls.

"Well then, little ladies, what should we do~?" She grinned down at them, blue eyes both lively and soft. Time with the girls came so few and far between, especially alone. Bastille's brother was likely around, still, but that didn't bother her. She was simply pleased to spend time with them, regardless of who was around. She was both sister and aunt, but moreso the latter even though there was the undeniable fact in her heart that Mathew was a second father.

With a goofy little smile and a crossing of her eyes, the blonde folded her legs and gracefully sank to the living room floor.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Aryanna's green eyes looked like they might actually be closing. A day in the outside world had been exhausting. Evelyn however...was wide awake.

"Ohhmmmm bbbbbbuu" She cooed as she crawled across the surface, closer to Kiyr.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Aryanna was tucked into the sling. There was really no way that the blonde was going to go put her upstairs to bed unless she was there to watch. Not even in God Territory did she really trust that they were safe. And besides, the little bundle of energy that was now fairly sleepy had proven herself to be quite the Houdini to escape her mother's gaze.

Kyrie would take no chances.

But she grinned at Evelyn, cooing right back at the little girl as she drummed her hands in gentle pitter-patters against the floor.

"Hello Sweetheart~"

[Bastille Amtrum]

Evelyn just let out a amused chortle before plopping on her butt and then rolling over on her back and reaching out to Kiyr with a distinct glimmer in her eyes. Groping the air, she began to kick forcefully at nothing and continued to laugh.

But ironically being a child of Mathew and Bastille meant this girls kicks- were actually really forceful.

[Kyrie Blaze]

These girls were precious. And definitely ranked as high-priority to ensure they were safe from harm. She grinned as she watched Evelyn flip-flop and kick the air.

With a soft giggle, she slipped over and let the tyke's feet hit her palms a few times, making an exaggeratedly surprised face. But she was strong. Kyrie gently caught her feet with a grin and applied gentle resistance, letting the girl show her just how strong she was.

Just like her mother and father.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Evelyn would jerk her legs back and forth and grow a little determined to make sure Kyirs hands moved as far as she wanted. Mommy and Daddy often played this game with her, unknowingly to her- training her to use her muscles in the right way. Evelyn laughed when he foot slipped and she rolled over trying to now grab the hand and push it back with force.

Auntie Kiyrs hands were so big compared to hers. Somewhere inside her brain she wondered if her hands would ever reach that size.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The blonde made so many goofy faces as Evelyn kicked. From cross-eyed to silly grins and all sorts of goofy sounds to accompany them. She marveled at the tiny girl's strength and made small corrections so she wouldn't strain her muscles.

She watched as the green-eyed girl rolled to her stomach and felt her tiny hand press against her palm. She smiled though her eyes prickled and threatened tears.

"Ohhh, what a pretty little lady~ You are getting so big, missy, and then what will your mother and father do?" And Kiyr didn't get a lot of time with either girls. Busy with patrols, scouting, her groves and the water supply, especially with Mathew absent, Leon last reported to be in his tower (so most people said), and David having left.

She didn't know when she would get the chance with the two girls that had her wrapped around their little fingers. And there was no guarantee Kyrie herself would ever have babies of her own.

She cooed despite the tears that she stubbornly refused to let fall. She had her hopes and dreams.

It was worth enduring for.

[Bastille Amtrum]

[[ooc; youre making me cry...writing babies.....im almost a mess]]

Evelyn just pressed her hand against Kiyrs and would laugh lightly- completely oblivious to the worlds troubles. Babys could do that- ignorance and innocence was their bliss and theirs alone.

One day they would learn, those beautiful twins, that lies could produce beautiful truths and that the world was not all one giant light filled place. But for now, they had Kiyr and Bastille to shower them with the ideal that even in this waste land...they could live, survive and even ...find happiness.

Evelyn couldn't understand the sudden glossiness of Kiyrs eyes or what that meant...but she knew that it was something derived from their interaction....they were connected some how. So Evelyn gripped Kiyrs arm as if wanting to be picked up.


.....Aryana had fallen fast asleep in the sack and was holding tightly to one of Kiyrs golden locks like it was her blanket..the one Auntie Maria had made.

[Kyrie Blaze]

. o O ( /BIGHUGS. Don't worry: I assure you, I'm asdkfjasing too. )

The petite blonde was hardly surprised when Evelyn seemed to want to be picked up. Even the curiously concerned look to her little face wasn't a surprise. For all their interactions, for all the times she had seen them with their parents, they picked up on things. There was an intelligence within them already quite apparent, if only quietly so.

Obliging her with a soft chuckle, determined to blink back the tears and smile for the pretty little baby, Kiyr scooped her into her arms with a glance backwards to Aryanna in her sling. The tug of her hair let her know the infant had her curling hair in a grip even as the blue-eyed woman saw she was out like a light.

Her gaze turned back to the child that was still wide awake and she smiled again, shielding the precious child she held from her sweetly bittersweet pain.

"Auntie Kyrie gets cuddles from pretty little Evelyn~?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

Evelyn reached up and kicked up, trying to touch Kiyrs eyes and pat them- trying to figure out why they were glossy- or had been.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kiyr's blue eyes went wide - comically so - and she leaned in...only to press her lips against the green-eyed baby's soft, plump cheek and give her a raspberry.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"Ahh-eeeheheheehee" Evelyn erupted into laughter and let her tiny hands fly, trying to grab the motion in her hands and explore it.

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Oop~ Gotchaaa~!"

Kyrie laughs and obliges the girl, blowing another raspberry. First against her cheek again, and then so that the infant could see and feel. Even if it meant she got her lips pulled in the process.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Evelyn just tried to grab the sound, similar to her sister, her tiny hands slipping over Kiyrs lips, unable to grab them. Her other hand came up and begin to grab at Kiyrs nose. Oh...what in the world could this be?

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie's worries shifted and melted into the background as her focus was turned more fully to Evelyn and the moment she was in. She blew at the child's hands before the second latched onto her nose.

"Beep~" Should she actually squeeze, Evelyn would most likely be delighted to hear some more rather fascinating sounds come from her Aunt. " Meep. Honk honk boooooop~"