Rolan HC (Dad-Rolan)
He spoils his baby.
Here's a drabble:
“Help Daddy” baby Marika said and pulled at the leg of his trousers. “Up!”
Rolan was sitting by his desk in his office, trying to figure out the last details of a spell he had been working on for a while. Well, technically it was an improvement of an already existing spell and he just needed to get one more equation out of the way.
But that didn’t matter. If Marika wanted up, she would get up. Faye had made plenty of remarks about him spoiling Marika. So be it. He grabbed her and placed her on his lap.
“Help Daddy work” she said and grabbed onto the quill he was holding.
He distracted her for a moment with a tickle while he replaced his own notes with blank pieces of paper. She squirmed on his lap and giggled.
“Alright then, what kind of spell are we making?” Rolan said when the giggles died down.
“Green!” Marika said, which was her current favourite colour.
“Green” he mused and tapped the paper in front of them. “Are you writing this down?”
Since three year olds can't write, Marika made a scribbly line and a circle.
“Very good” Rolan continued. Marika's face lit up. His heart fluttered. “What more should the spell do?”
Marika's brows furrowed and looked like she was thinking very, very hard. Rolan didn’t have to think very hard about what would follow.
“Sparkles” Marika said when she had thought for a while.
“Ah, sparkles, a fine choice” he said and tapped the paper again. Marika made another scribbly line and a triangle.
When Marika was satisfied with her ‘notes’ she looked up at him expectantly. He did a simple prestidigitation and conjured a shower of green sparks. The child let out a squeal of delight and clapped her hands. It was probably the tenth time he had conjured the same thing for her in less than three days, it didn’t matter. When Marika's eyes lit up, mesmerised by the sparkles, it was the only thing that mattered in the whole world. He pulled her close to his chest.
“Daddy best” Marika said.
“I love you” he said and placed a kiss on top of her head.
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extremely random thing i don't know if any of y'all can relate to but i always take it WAAAAAAY too seriously when someone says my fave character's actor is bad at acting. idk someone will say "i think his performance was the weakest but ehhh whatdoiknow 🤷 i still like him" and i'll be like I'm going to rip out your throat Ok?
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"Our Lord used the whip only once in His life—to drive the crowd away from His church." ok but we get that the fact of there being a lot of people in the temple was not itself the problem right. like it was not the fact that going to the temple was not an exclusive little club that he took issue with right. it was that it had turned into a marketplace and people were selling goods and livestock and not treating it as a sacred space but instead as a place to get richer. right.
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I’m sitting talking to myself about everything each character has been through injury and trauma wise and then something hit me.. Not only do the adults have the most ridiculous amount of trauma
But so do their damn kids and I mean ALL of their kids and I was thinking to myself..(like not one of them is spared)
(Do these ppl have therapists?!?..) because they need one. The adults and the kids!! EVERY LAST ONE..
And I was also thinking as much as I love them I would not want to be fully fledged to them as a team or family (shit barley a friend even! 😭) cause something is bound to happen to me!…💀😭
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