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The soul is healed
Who: Felix, his son Ryuga, and ANYBODY
What: Watching after his child
When: Today
Where: The play room at the resort
Rating: PG for kids
Years ago he might have worried what people would think if they saw him now - the people he once knew in the Mirador certainly would be laughing themselves silly - as he sat at a comically tiny set of table and chairs. Considering everything else that had happened, it was now the least of his concerns. One of them was Ashura, who he'd left in their room to rest after quite a bit of goading, while he took their fussy impossible progeny out to play. He watched with a tired but gentle smile as his son rolled a tiny plastic truck across the floor to his feet.
His son. He could never quite get over that.
Felix rolled the toy back with his foot, but Ryuga simply frowned and tossed it away, evidently unsatisfied with this.
"You don't like that one?"
Ryuga shook his head, obviously pouting.
"Well, what do you want?"
The boy only whined louder, and Felix rubbed at his temple. The boy had been much easier to entertain when he was smaller, and not quite to the age where he could articulate it effectively. But he'd have to think of something soon, before this turned into a tantrum.
What: Watching after his child
When: Today
Where: The play room at the resort
Rating: PG for kids
Years ago he might have worried what people would think if they saw him now - the people he once knew in the Mirador certainly would be laughing themselves silly - as he sat at a comically tiny set of table and chairs. Considering everything else that had happened, it was now the least of his concerns. One of them was Ashura, who he'd left in their room to rest after quite a bit of goading, while he took their fussy impossible progeny out to play. He watched with a tired but gentle smile as his son rolled a tiny plastic truck across the floor to his feet.
His son. He could never quite get over that.
Felix rolled the toy back with his foot, but Ryuga simply frowned and tossed it away, evidently unsatisfied with this.
"You don't like that one?"
Ryuga shook his head, obviously pouting.
"Well, what do you want?"
The boy only whined louder, and Felix rubbed at his temple. The boy had been much easier to entertain when he was smaller, and not quite to the age where he could articulate it effectively. But he'd have to think of something soon, before this turned into a tantrum.
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When he comes to the playroom, it's with a book, though he knows that's wishful thinking on his part; even if Zipporah is content with her toys, the noise will be a force to reckon with. And then he sees Felix, mercifully alone save for his young son, and he supposes he needn't worry about reading.
He approaches, setting Zipporah down on the floor to crawl where she will, and gives Felix a questioning, all too hopeful look. They've had some tense meetings in the recent past, but Gideon really would like to spend time with him; he's decided that friendship is better than no relationship at all.
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Ryuga watched the younger child progress across the playroom floor, moodiness apparently delayed at the sight of somebody familiar.
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He opens his tablet and begins to write. I've been trying all week to imagine the Mirador so overrun with children. I'm not sure there would be much difference - only damage to the furniture.
Zipporah is, unfortunately, still a bit young to be interesting to play with, but she does recognize Ryuga. And she greets him with a bright "Baa!" when she sees him.
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"I can't say I can entirely disagree. I have never thought about the lack until now, to be quite honest. I've certainly never seen any younger than the pages."
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Gideon feels as though he's curled in on himself, sitting on this tiny chair with his legs drawn in, and when Felix shifts nearer, his shoulders hunch. He recalls an insect that rolls itself into a ball in an attempt to protect itself from predators--only he isn't concerned about an outside force preying upon him. Not when he has the temptation to lean into Felix to worry about.
Best, he thinks, to change the subject altogether. As little as he wants to speak of Felix and Ashura's child, Ryuga seems a safer topic than the lands of their shared past. And so, watching Zipporah carefully setting one wooden block atop another, Gideon writes. How has your week with Ryuga been going?
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His tantrum being ignored for the moment, Ryuga stamped off to find another toy.
"Mm, well enough. He's easier to handle this year, but more he learns to use his words the more obstinate he seems to get. I wish I could say I found this to be surprise."
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He and his cousin share a familial stubbornness. Have they met?
Of course, with that thought comes the memory of a morning in the gardens with Mildmay: of being pressed to his breaking point and losing his temper, and of receiving swift rebuke from a friend. He's fortunate, he realizes, that it was Mildmay who witnessed his difficulties with child-minding. Felix might have been rather more begrudging after.
It would be best, he suspects, to keep his distance from Ryuga nonetheless, on the danger of courting Felix's disapproval.
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"Actually, no. I admit I've seen little of Mildmay in the last few weeks." And by extension whatever child the castle might have given him. He didn't outright mention why, given his own moodiness was in fact to blame.
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He longs to inquire further about this; he believes he would, if he and Felix were in the Mirador. Here, however, there's still something of a strained tension between the pair of them, and Gideon doesn't want to have that argument with a man to whom he's merely a friend. And certainly not in public.
After a moment or two of considering Felix's profile, he turns his attention back to his tablet. His daughter is - And there's a long pause, the tip of the stylus hovering over the wax. Spirited.
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"Oh Felix, hi!" She grinned, gently tugging her daughter to a stop and resting her hands on her shoulders. "Penny this is Felix and his son Ryuga."
The little girl waved, "Hello."
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"Greetings Phoebe, and to you as well, Penny. Ryuga, say hello."
Ryuga however, continued to pout and Felix frowned at him.
"Ryuga"
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Letting go of Phoebe's hand, Penny walked right up to Ryuga, smiling brightly at him. "Hello. My name's Penny. Do you wanna play?"
Phoebe was certainly feeling much better than she had immediately following the events in space. Waking up with a complete family will do that to you. She winked at Felix as Penny tried to work her charm on the frowning youngster.
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"Play what?" he asked sourly, as if dubious of anything she might come up with.
Felix quirked a smile at the youngsters, forbearing to roll his eyes at his own son. Calling him childish would seem pointless given the boy was still only three.
"You're looking well," Felix said to Phoebe.
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With that declaration she takes off running in the other direction. Come and get her, Ryuga!
Phoebe stifles a laugh as she watches. It was remarkable, really, how like Phoebe and her sisters she was. Phoebe was grateful that, though she definitely inherited his curiosity and charm, she didn't inherit her father's shyness.
She smiled at Felix, "Thank you. I'm... doing better." There was still healing to be had since the Event Horizon but she was a great deal closer to things feeling normal again. "You do, too. Are you getting any more sleep than you were the last time he was here."
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"Some," he answered, smiling, "though in part due to the fact that Ashura is in need of care-taking as well. More than he prefers to admit at this stage."
Outright, he didn't want to mention the Event Horizon or what had occurred there. It was enough to imply, given she'd been in much the same position as he, though at least he was not around to hear it happen. He still was not sure if that was a blessing.
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Phoebe nodded slowly, reaching out and gently touching Felix's arm. "I understand. Peter and I have been going through the same thing. We actually moved out of the castle for a little bit - to Peter's apartment in town."
She took a breath, watching the children for a moment. It was difficult thinking of the events of the Event Horizon and the emotional and mental fallout since then. "This has been helping. Though it will take time to fully heal. "
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Felix stiffened just slightly. Even used to Phoebe's affection, he still found it difficult to accept, and was too fond of her still to say anything.
"Yes, that it will. I only wish we could be rid of that ship sitting outside. It isn't a pleasant reminder regardless of what didn't happen on it."
Of course, it would be easier if that was the only thing weighing on Ashura's mind. Gideon's arrival continued to put a strain on them both.
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When they walk in the door, she hides behind Mildmay, peeking out from behind him with wide eyes an entirely different shade of green from Mildmay's.
"Shy, Ally?"
"No." She frowns up at him.
"Then go'n play."
"I am." To prove a point, she marches triumphantly out into the playroom.
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He raised a brow at the girl as she moved into the room, then turned to glance back at Mildmay.
"She's certainly spirited," he said, light teasing, cautiously testing the waters between them.
Ryuga largely took no notice of the girl, and flopped over onto the carpet with a low whine.
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"Yeah," he said, evidently tired. "Dunno where she got it from."
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But let's set that aside. Mildmay shrugs. "I'm guessing he's, uh, yours and...?"
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"It's his third year with us." Ryuga, at three, was at an age Felix had trouble placing, given what he remembered was mostly sound and color and not much else.
"And yours...?"
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Ryuga, meanwhile, grabbed a stray ball from the ball pit and tossed it vaguely in Alice's direction.
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