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[nikawiy]

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[nikawiy]

He approaches his mother meekly ( as meekly as a man of his stature can ), ears flattened against his head as he holds a shattered porcelain cup. Despite the damage, it’s obvious he’s tried to piece it back together and glue the pieces back into place to the best of his ability, it’s just the thing is so damn… delicate. Sett’s shoulders sag slightly as he offers it to her, his voice comes quietly then.

“Sorry Ma… I broke it on the way out the other day,” his eyes glanced elsewhere, recalling how he’d bumped into the table the cup and the rest of the tea set lived, happily at that, till Sett barreled out the front door. It makes him cringe inwardly, blinking away the memory. “Thought I coulda fixed it but-- it don’t look too good; I could get ya a new set instead, if ya want?” Offering a small smile to her.

AT first there is a moment of concern that paints her face. whenever her son would approach her in such a way she was quick to note something had happened. even with his stature much larger than it once was all those years ago she still recognized these things almost instantaneously. the furrow on her brow and the sensation of momentary panic a mother always had when faced with her beloved child in such a manner lasted up until her eyes fixated on the cup.

there was a sigh, brief but full of the utmost relief, as she'd seen it wasn't anything too serious. the first thing she noticed was the efforts her son had put toward trying to piece it back together, but the next thing she looked for were any possible cuts and scraped upon his person from the darn thing. cups could be easily replaced, but there was only one settrigh that existed in this world. heri could never even begin to fathom the pain such an idea of losing him would bring.

but it was enough for worrisome what ifs and for now she focused on the present. with a huff of a low laugh she extended both of her hands to cup either side of her son's face and gave him a smile so tender and warm and full of every ounce of love she held for her child as to bring ease.

" oh, you silly boy." there came another chuckle as she removed her hands and using her index finger--careful to not use her claws--and poked his nose every so briefly. " i'm just relieved you aren't hurt. "

she then paused to laugh once more with a slight nod of her head to follow suit. " how about we go shopping for once together? that way it will make the new set all the more special as it will be one we picked out together? "

truly . . . she was grateful to have such a wonderful son.

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" I wonder what my son has been up to . . . hopefully the . . . orphanage is doing well. "

[nikawiy]

do you ever stop and think abt how sett's ma might still blame herself for any and every hardship her son has ever faced but puts on a strong face because she doesn't want him to worry? bc i do. constantly.

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" MY . . . this reminds me of a time my settrigh was but a wee little thing . . . "

[nikawiy]

i come bearing my unending train of thought that wound up thinking abt sett's character & his ma to a bit of degree. all under readmore bc hah

my thoughts have wandered to thinking on how deeply ingrained the abandonment from the father figure must have been to both sett and his mother. his mother feeling guilt for having to put her son through the torment while also experiencing a heartbreak of her own and how that probably pushed--whether noticed by him or not--sett to probably develop some kind of walls to keep people at a certain distance because of probably an ingrained underlying fear of history repeating itself. and like he undoubtedly has so much love to give but just knowing how horribly that incident hurt his mother no matter how strong a facade she could feign and the pain it no doubt caused him just . . . there's probably just complete fear either a person he loves does as his father did or even worse he repeats what his father did and has the horrible reminder of their relation. just like what that can do to a person and the whole pain that can cause. and his mother obviously noticing this strain and trying to encourage him to let others in but not pushing him because she understands WHY there's this barrier between him and others outside of his mother. and then the struggle of maybe falling smitten with someone but then that panic sets in. the frenzy of what ifs and just not wanting anyone to have to go through what he and his mother went through and it being a big cycle and in need of a lot of healing. just . . . some thoughts and hmms my mind wandered to.

[nikawiy]

𝗹𝗲𝘁  𝗺𝗲  𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗮𝗻  𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰  𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱

dormiveglia

in italian, dormiveglia means half asleep; it's that short period of time right before waking up. if you got this result, i feel like perhaps you're not too keen on belonging here. is there a world you've created all by yourself, where you're happier? you're a professional daydreamer, head full of fairytales and gaze deeper than the ocean. you're probably into reading, into finding anything that would help your mind escape. you remind me so much of a cat sleeping on a windowsill, undisturbed. i hope you find your place in this world, too.

tagged by stole from : @withinchains tagging : do as i did and steal it

[nikawiy]

" A worm? i would love you if you were a fleck of dust in the wind. "

[nikawiy]

whispers gib this a lil like for a tiny thing from ma for vday just motherly adoration ♥

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ᅳ ● ✿ ♥ headcanon 01

❯ heri is more perceptive than she lets on. she’s aware of things that go about and notices slight details such as when her son would return home with bruises from fights. however she keeps that she knows more than she lets on to herself in favour of letting the other party telling her what is going on themselves. she figures there is a time and a place and if there is any reason to keep a secret there is a good reason behind it.

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okay thoughts doing what thoughts do but what if from time to time heri catches herself reminiscing of the time before, of the love past before he'd left her and their son alone. but then the regret she soon feels filling her person at the fact everything led to her son having a harder life than she would wish for him to have. just wondering on the amount she put on a smile and kept a calm front to make sure home was a sanctuary when the world was at its harshest.

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" IF i were a note where would i be? " the woman hummed with a furrow to her brow. she'd gone out for errands with what she'd needed written down on a small note; however, the time she wanted to look at it she couldn't find it. she was certain she'd brought it with her so where could that note have gone? how frustrating . . .

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@deadn30n said:

surprisingly... it isn't difficult to discern who she is. by face alone, they recognize her almost instantaneously. her picture is kept on the bedside table of the bedroom they share with Sett; her photograph often inspires a softer smile Solstice sees only when Sett gazes upon her. but her presence brings to light an uncomfortable realization of the conversation they'd just been having with one of the fighters in Sett's pit. a burly, hardy man who'd heard everything by sheer accident and been... well. curious. now it appeared that she might've heard the news accidentally as well, and Solstice can feel the tension seize their limbs with a mixture of shock and uncertainty. ❝ ahm... u-um. you... you didn't hear what i said, right? ❞ that they were pregnant and Sett happened to be the culprit for that. gosh, what was she even doing in the outskirts of the city like this anyway? for that matter, what wass Solstice even doing in the outskirts? they had no place questioning her choices were their own were nothing to turn your nose up at. ❝ gods... oh gods. i... i don't think sett's told you yet, has he? ❞ oh boy, here we go.

A gentle smile that seems as if a permanent fixture on her face graces the woman's features accompanying a low hum. ever the observant woman she had feeling something was amiss and thus her stroll brought her to the outskirts in search of what this odd feeling brought about. such a feeling as the ones she had each day she'd greet her son in his youth with new injuries she would clean and bandage up. thus a short stroll turned into a long one that found her way here. all was following feeling and the low mumblings of words she'd catch here and there. a mother would pretend to not catch things not brought her way but she wasn't one to shy away from noting something off.

the figure before her with the seemingly skittish presence earned a slight tilt of her head yet her smile remained. she allowed them to speak as she waited for those words to be spoken. even the tone and pauses gave sign that this was what brought her here. she did her best to hide a small chuckle that wished to break past her lips. it was quite adorable to wait and listen. reminiscent of her son in his younger years, heri waited a moment to compose herself before she extended a hand ever so gently, making certain to be wary of her claws, and giving the other a gentle pat on the arm as if for reassurance.

" breathe, my dear. you speak as if i'm about to eat you whole. " there came the hearty chuckle. she paused once more to give a look up and down before warming her expression a tad more, smile growing wider and eyes softening much more. " settrigh hasn't told me what? take your time, my dear. is my son in trouble? did he do something to you? "

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The poro immediately snuggles up. Is entirely unaware that her claws might be a problem, has not considered this. Of course, one poro snuggling up means more poros are attracted, and now there are many poros, all trying to snuggle. Clearly, they approve of her.

" OH goodness! you have friends i see. " this earns a hearty chuckle from the woman. she had dealt with one before but a whole party of them? my it was far too much cuteness to handle. the only thing cuter than this bundle was her son. of course that was the bias of a mother, but she couldn't help but think her son even as the behemoth of a man he'd become. he may be giant but to her he was still her baby boy. certainly this bundle of fluff and her son combined would be the cutest sight to behold. this much she was certain. " looks like i'll have to be certain to bake up plenty more treats. "

[nikawiy]

Are poros. Give snuggles! And love! Happy poros. Have missed!

" WHY hello there little friend. " a warm chuckle came from the woman's lips as she gently bent down to give the small poro a tender pat, careful not to let her claws get caught anywhere. " how i missed your adorable face. "

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THE smile that rested on the woman's lips never faltered. she listened intently as her son's bandmate spoke to her and took each and every word within herself to make a personal note for later. she'd heard stories here and there of each of her son's bandmates so she had some vague clue about each of them but it was pleasant to have a more solid confirmation of the company sett kept. she could tell from his messages each of them were good boys--to some degree, the messages about the one named kayn were a tad concerning to say the least--but it made things better when she could confirm for herself. plus it was nice to get to know the friends her son had. she'd always dreamed of the day she could bake a whole array of sweets for sett as he had friends over to do whatever young men did for fun. the idea was a dream of hers as the boy grew up as all she wanted in this world was for him to be happy.

" oh that's good to hear! " there was a firm nod of her head with a delicate chuckle accompanying as she picked up her cup of tea--a herbal blend the sweet lady working the till recommended--and took a nice sip. speaking of her son to others was always the light of her day but hearing someone else speak of him especially in a positive tone was nice to hear. the pride of a mother beamed from ear to ear and almost exuded a positive glow from the woman. " by the way dear-- "

heri paused to place her drink down, leaning forward with her arms resting atop the table and her chin resting atop her hands. a slight tilt of the head was given as she warmed with another chuckle. " there is no need to be so nervous around me. just think of me as you do settrigh. unless he's been up to some trouble or pushing himself past his limits there's no need to worry. " a pause for a laugh as she waved her free hand dismissively. " plus the only person who would get scolded would be settrigh. i'm his mother not any of yours. "

she teased in a lighthearted manner, but heri had at admit it was quite amusing. she wondered if sett had shared any stories about the times he'd gotten in trouble in his youth. she may be a tiny woman but heri did know how to strike the fear of some greater being into someone if she was angered. though she was always quick to soothe and comfort once the scoldings were done. the years raising her son taught her well to notice tone and when the boy hid things from her.

" i must say, though . . . " another chuckle as she leaned back to take another sip of her drink. " settrigh's stories are quite accurate. it's nice to finally meet one of the boys he's told me so much about. warms my heart to know he's got such good company around. " she wouldn't comment about how the stories about kayn struck fear in her. now wasn't the time for that.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘. Luckily, K'Sante has developed a routine over the years to help combat the stress. Wake up, morning run to start the day, a nice cool shower, good food (that wasn't pilfered by the resident food-stealers); a phone call home. Plus, since HEARTSTEEL were more well-known than his previous duo, he gets to travel the world. Who doesn't want to sight-see on the company's dime?

As HEARTSTEEL's co-leader, he does his best to keep track of his members & check-in at least once a day during their free days (some of which, he's glued to his phone when members like Kayn or Ezreal or---to a certain extent--Aphelios decide to go out in public with just their managers, bail money within reach).

Some free days, he's invited to a cute, little cafe by Sett's mother, of all people. K'Sante was raised a good boy--to respect the elders of the clan...any clan. Saying no was out of the question despite the fact he's quietly freaking out. He changed outfits six--no, seven times--finally settling on a light salmon polo that makes his skin pop & respectable navy blue slacks with sensible loafers and silver accessories. He even toned down his jewelry to a few Nazumahian bangles & a dangling jade earring. Toned down enough for a cafe but still presentable. Church-bound with a little edge. His nana would be proud.

Sitting right across from Sett's mother, he cuts a silly figure. A giant mountain of a man making himself smaller in front of a petite, matronly woman would surely be a sight in any sitcom. However, this is his life && fiddling with sunglasses that are worth more than the cafe's entire menu thrice over, K'Sante clears his throat, ducking his head. ❝ Yes'm. I understand that as a mother, you cannot help but worry, but Settrigh is doing fine, ma'm. He's a great cook, eats three square meals a day--except during bulking season. He's having fun--but not too much fun, I swear! && he's quite responsible as co-leader of our group. ❞

[nikawiy]

" IF i were a pen . . . where would i be? i know i left it here somewhere . . . "