Daeshim's voice is gentler than it normally is. He looks down at the sleeping baby in his arms again.
"You cannot change the nature of what she is." He thinks about his Unseelie blood and wonders...what if one of their children is born with dark leathery wings? Or bones on the outside? What will Lennon think? "But she will be raised in love, surrounded by it. She will be protected by the wolves and the Fae. This will be her nurturing." He looks up and offers what he hopes is a reassuring smile. "Try not to fear too much. It will be okay."
Sawyer looks a little relieved and a little bit like he might cry when the other told him that it wasn't awful. He'd not even confessed that feeling to Bishop, ashamed of his fears, really.
"Thank you," he murmurs softly and he hesitates before he scoots on the couch and he rests his head against the other's shoulder, but really makes no move to take Dawnya out of his arms. He just looks down at her. "I'm glad she'll have everything I didn't."
Daeshim knows that isn't true...technically. But it was something that was there for him, which is more than he can say for his actual parents.
"It did its best, but I will try to improve. I cannot imagine what my children will be like either. But I know that I adore them already, and Lennon will adore them, and everyone else too. They will be amazing little beasties!"
"A mushroom," Sawyer says thoughtfully and he wonders how that works.
"They will be," Sawyer nods, and he reaches out to just brush a fingertip along Dawnya's cheek.
"I think your children will be very kind," he says. "I hope Dawnya will be too," he murmurs.
He remembers the people that had had him before, he knows that some traces of what was done to him run through her veins and he can only hope that Bishop's wolf and his own love are enough to keep her safe and good and kind.
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Daeshim's voice is gentler than it normally is. He looks down at the sleeping baby in his arms again.
"You cannot change the nature of what she is." He thinks about his Unseelie blood and wonders...what if one of their children is born with dark leathery wings? Or bones on the outside? What will Lennon think? "But she will be raised in love, surrounded by it. She will be protected by the wolves and the Fae. This will be her nurturing." He looks up and offers what he hopes is a reassuring smile. "Try not to fear too much. It will be okay."
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"Thank you," he murmurs softly and he hesitates before he scoots on the couch and he rests his head against the other's shoulder, but really makes no move to take Dawnya out of his arms. He just looks down at her. "I'm glad she'll have everything I didn't."
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Daeshim knows that isn't true...technically. But it was something that was there for him, which is more than he can say for his actual parents.
"It did its best, but I will try to improve. I cannot imagine what my children will be like either. But I know that I adore them already, and Lennon will adore them, and everyone else too. They will be amazing little beasties!"
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"They will be," Sawyer nods, and he reaches out to just brush a fingertip along Dawnya's cheek.
"I think your children will be very kind," he says. "I hope Dawnya will be too," he murmurs.
He remembers the people that had had him before, he knows that some traces of what was done to him run through her veins and he can only hope that Bishop's wolf and his own love are enough to keep her safe and good and kind.