Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match
10-13-2018, 01:43 PM
Typhon seemed surprised by the direction of their conversation, but to Malleus it was simply the natural conclusion. He listened as his uncle spoke and resisted replying until he thought the older male had both sufficiently processed what was expected of him and recovered from that understanding. "I've no doubt either," he said confidently. Zinnia could do no better than a son of the Fallen God. Their family would see to it that her offspring (should they be fit for the Abraxas way of life) excelled. They would make her children great. "And Typhon..." Malleus' thoughts went back to his own children. How nervous he'd been before their birth. How totally unprepared he'd felt. "No one knows anything of fatherhood until it is upon them. From experience I can tell you that it is equal parts stressful and wonderful - and there is nothing out there that could tempt me to give it up." He considered his uncle for a moment, then added confidently, "You'll do well. But we're getting ahead of ourselves now, aren't we?" he said with a chuckle before teasing, "First you have some wooing to do." |