Walking on Hot Coals

There were so many questions he wanted to ask, so many things he was unsure of. Why had Ares come to him? Did his mother know where he was? Did she even care? How had he ended up with Devya? Would he stay?



Seraphim wanted to ask these things, but he refrained. The child was exhausted and seemed to feel completely lost. Asking so much would only overwhelm him and push him away, which was of course the last thing Seraph wanted. He had yearned for the chance to have a relationship with his children since the day they had been conceived, and now an opportunity had risen. He would cradle and nurture it to the best of his ability, at least until he could no longer. Seraphim had no doubt Morphine would come to him, and when she did she would likely put a stop to this. But when, and how? Those were the things he did not know, and did not want to know just yet.



He waited in patient silence for his children to eat, not wanting to speak for fear of tainting this moment. Ares would open up to him once he felt ready, there was no need to push. For now, a watchful and caring father was all Seraphim felt was needed, so that was what he would give.






talk, think

THANK YOU CANTTINA!