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08.12.2012 , 08:32 AM |
This is one of last weeks prompts that I was working on while I was on vacation.
Short and sweet.
Sith Warrior Ardyth and Malavai Quinn.
Ardyth cradled her infant son in her arms, red and lusty, his little fingers wrapped around her own, and he smiled. Marek was everything she hoped, strong healthy and force sensitive, his presence erased her past shame, she could produce strong Sith children, the family dynasty would continue. He would make a fine Sith one day. She turned her eyes to her husband who beamed with pride, she returned his look with a devastating smile and lifted her head up to catch his lips. Ardyth and Malavai Quinn strode into the parlor to meet their guests who were present to do honor to their son, as was his due.
The ladies cooed and doted on the small babe, and Malavai was congratulated with hearty slaps on the back, his father-in-law handed him a cigar. On this day being force blind and human was forgotten, his blood had helped produce a true born Sith, on this day, in that moment, he was equal to the dark robed figures who commanded such power. On this rare occasion he smiled with abandon, Malavai did not smile easily, but the pride and love he felt for his son was enough for him to forget protocol, his blue eyes sparkled.
After a time little Marek began to fuss, tired and overwhelmed from all the activity. Ardyth went to her husband, she might be the mother, but her son calmed and settled in his father’s arms every time. Like so many times before she handed the bundle over to Malavai, who with a word and a kiss had Marek cooing again. Ardyth suppressed a pang of jealousy, this was her son, yes Malavai had obviously done his part, he was a more than adequate consort, but the tutelage and education of her son fell to her. In time, she would break her son’s attachment, but right now, right now he needed his father.
“He’s tired.” Malavai told his wife, who nodded.
“Take him then, I’ll see to our guests.” She forced a smile, and swallowed the anger, he knew him so well, she had birthed him, carried him inside her, yet Malavai could read him so well. It would not do.
As Quinn walked away shushing his son, he thought about how the dynamics had changed between husband and wife. They finally had what they wanted a family, but still she wasn’t satisfied. He looked down at Marek who was already fading into sleep and smiled a sad smile, remembering the child he had given up. He kissed his silky soft brow.
“Papa will be here when you wake up.” He whispered. He wiped away a tear that had escaped, then shook his head and put the memory of his daughter far away. He composed himself and returned to the party.
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