#╰ ☆ ⋮ ANSWERED. ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢᵏ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦᵐ⋅ ❜

[anankcs-blog]

presses a kiss on papa's cheek!

       It was a simple enough gesture, but it was one that meant everything to him. From the moment Anankos had forced himself to leave the only family he had known his world had been robbed – emptied of the future he had wanted to build for Mikoto and Kamui – replaced only by “what if’s” and “could have been’s”. Even if it was only a moment, he caught a glimpse of the life they could have had together in a different world, if fate had been KINDER to them.

       A calloused thumb brushed along her cheek and he smiled —– a real genuine smile and the first one in what felt like a millennia.

[anankcs-blog]

For a moment, she almost looks serious when she reaches over and.... boops his nose. Boop.

       ❛ Mikoto? ❜ The way she regards him so seriously catches him off guard, concern sparking in his gaze and a question lingering on his tongue. Perhaps he had been expecting a conversation about the court’s disapproval of their relationship – it was hard to ignore the glances and whispers that he was met with; a stranger ( one who had no recollection of his past no less ) and a princess of Valla! – but he was not prepared when she simply pressed her fingertip to his nose. Confusion was the first thing to wash over him, then a wave of relief and finally AMUSEMENT. Anankos canted his crown of wild hair, leaning toward her so that their noses nearly touched. Mikoto was smiling now and he knew he would never get tired of seeing that smile.

       ❛ You’re teasing me. ❜ It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact. A smirk slides across his lips and he backs her into the shadows of the palace, somewhere they would be hidden from prying eyes, his hands finding either side of her face and tipping her chin upward. ❛ You know what the punishment for that is, right? ❜ She’s giggling now and he finds it all but impossible to stop himself from bending down and DEVOURING her laughter. He shouldn’t be doing this is public – he shouldn’t touch her, shouldn’t look at her, let alone KISS HER – but he needs to familiarize himself with her taste and her scent. Everything. He wanted to remember all of it.

[anankcs-blog]

"Papa!" She reaches up with tiny grabby hands, a big smile on her face. "U~up!" ( have a baby 'mui c: )

       ❛ What do we have here? ❜ He grins down at his daughter and sets aside his work in favor of the sun incarnate before him. Since the moment he had awoke in the field just outside of Valla he could have never imagined being so wholly happy ----- he could never imagine or dream of the life he had been able to build from nothing. Mikoto had loved him without knowing anything about his past -- she had accepted him and what little he could offer her and she had given him a child; his girl, his darling daughter and the LIGHT OF HIS LIFE.

       ❛ Come here. ❜ Anankos scoops her up into his arms and plants a soft kiss to the top of her head. ❛ Love, you didn’t sneak away from your mother, did you? ❜ It wouldn’t have been the first time and he had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last. Setting her on his lap, he reached for a clean sheet of paper, a brush, and some ink. ❛ Why don’t you help me with some work, then. ❜

[anankcs-blog]

lands a punch on the moron's cheek! gross.

       It takes all of his strength to keep his anger in check, his hands curling and uncurling into fists at his sides. Had it been anyone else they would have suffered his wrath, but Grima could not be so easily dealt with -- not while he held the king’s very life in his hands. His lips curl over his teeth to reveal his canines, contempt seething from every pore in his body.

       ❛ Was that really necessary? ❜

[anankcs-blog]

I go by many names. Mountain slayer, thunder lion, the chocolate axe but you can call me. Tiffany!