Beyond Chaos – A DiceRPG

[1155] – Y06.055 – The Iyr’s Duties V

The first stars twinkled in the sky, the gentle rain falling upon the Iyr like a sweet melody, the scent of food floating all around, and the general noisiness of the end of the month filled the air.

Amokan poured his companions drinks, from the cousins he grew up alongside, to the cousin he had met during his adult life. However, the half elf sipped the watered down wine lightly, deciding against drinking too much, sticking to his milk.

“I refuse,” Amokan said simply.

“Okay,” Jurot replied. 

“Just like that?” Adam asked. 

“I understand why you wish for it. Her safety is paramount, but Timojin and I, we have faith in your abilities. You will prepare enough to guarantee her safety.”

“I just feel more comfortable with you two monsters at our side,” Adam admitted.

“We have chosen our path,” Amokan said. 

“Taygak has chosen hers,” Timojin added, sipping the wine. His eyes turned to meet Amokan’s, who slowly bowed his head. Though the Kan family grew up alongside the Gak family, the Jin family was in some ways closer to the Gak family. However, neither the Kan and Jin families could understand, for very few families suffered in such a way that the Gak family had. To watch as the light was snuffed out every century, from the likes of the Jaygak of old, to Gangak, Flame Brand, the most recent figure who had befallen misfortune. 

Jurot had asked, but they had to refuse. Even if Adam had asked, or Kitool, even if the Chief himself had asked, the pair would have refused. There was only one family who could ask them for support in this matter, and they had not asked, and out of respect for them, the pair did not act.

“Where’s Jaygak anyway?” Adam said, leaning to one side, resting his cheek upon his fist as though tiring of the world. “She should come along to show off in Aswadasad.”

“She has retired,” Jurot replied.

“Oh… right.” Adam frowned. “Well that doesn’t explain why we haven’t seen her, right? Where is she?”

“She is working hard for the Iyr,” Jurot replied.

“Doing what?”

“I do not know.”

“Oh?” Adam’s ears perked up slightly. ‘So even Jurot doesn’t know? Damn…’

As night approached, Jogak brushed his daughter’s hair. Kavgak yawned, having held up her brush to her father and with a particularly harsh politeness, asked her father to brush her hair in a way that stated he couldn’t refuse. 

“Maygak,” Kavgak called, holding out her arms. Maygak waddled her way to her elder sister, and after a hug, Kavgak guided the girl to their father. “Brush, please.”

“Of course,” Jogak said, brushing Maygak’s hair for the evening. It had become a habit for him to brush their hair, since Jaygak had left to complete her duties elsewhere, and while Raygak and Saygak were receiving their special education, it was left to the girls’ mother and father.

“You look most handsome like this,” Lavgak said, lifting up Kavgak, who hugged the woman and kissed her cheek almost angrily, but Lavgak understood the girl was just serious in her affection. 

“Mama! Pretty!” Kavgak assured, brushing her mother’s hair, before her eyes darted to her father.

“Yes, always,” Jogak assured, letting out a small sigh. ‘Boys are easier.’

“Dada, handsome.” Kavgak held up a thumbs up towards her father. “Maygak, gojus.”

Maygak bowed her head and shyly smiled, while Kavgak charged her to hug her head and brushed her hair back with a hand, ruining her father’s work. As they hugged one another, Lavgak smiled a soft smile, taking in the sight of her youngest daughters. They were the envy of nearly all the Iyr’s families, for good reason.

‘I should go,’ the older one armed Iyrman thought, though he recalled the words he had spoken earlier. He inhaled deeply, reaching up to rub his brow, glancing aside towards Gangak, who could see the old man had riled himself up about something. 

‘What is wrong?’ Gangak’s brows asked.

‘Nothing,’ Jarot’s eyes replied, though she understood his response as something, but he did not wish to speak of it. 

“Finished now,” Jirot said, causing her younger sister to complain, but she was quickly silenced as Jirot hugged her and kissed her forehead, little Jarot doing the same. The girl giggled and squealed, little Jarot taking her hand so they could follow Jirot, who wished to place the book away. 

As the day ended, Adam assisted his children with their baths, drying them off, changing his twins and his youngest two. 

“Make sure you give babo and nano lots of kisses for sleeping with you, okay?”

“Okay…” Jirot glanced up to her father, her amber eyes in thought for a moment. “Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“We can come and sleep with daddy and mummy later?”

“Later,” Adam assured. 

“I will try to sleep good and then you can give me a reward, okay?” Jirot smiled shyly, her ears drooping slightly. 

“Do or do not, there is no try,” Adam joked, nuzzling his daughter’s nose. “Don’t worry, my dear. Daddy will sleep with you some time next week.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” Adam promised.

Little Jarot raised his brows in surprise, his eyes darting towards his elder sister with such reverence, for she was so able to trick her father into sleeping with them. ‘Wow! Kaka! You are so amazing!’ 

“I hear you’ve been sleeping better recently, so it won’t be too long now.” Adam pulled the pair close to him, feeling the warmth in his chest, and the chill within his spine. ‘I shouldn’t have shown them mercy.’

The twins planted kisses on their father’s cheeks, with no idea they had managed to dampen their father’s darkness. However, it was something which one might have expected of them, for would Adam dare to deny Jirot such affection?

Adam watched the pair leave with their babo and nano, quickly joined by the one armed Otkan. Adam bowed his head towards her and she returned the bow of her head. The half elf returned back to the main building, where Vonda was brushing Karot’s silver hair.

“Your hair is getting so long,” Vonda said, glancing aside towards Konarot and Kirot, their hair also falling well beyond their shoulders, towards the middle of their back. “Shall we cut your hair soon?”

Karot frowned slightly. “Okay…” 

“If you don’t want your hair cut, you just need to say it,” Adam said, dropping down to his knees infront of his son, brushing his son’s cheeks tenderly with his thumbs. “If my son doesn’t want his hair cut, then he doesn’t want his hair cut, and that’s okay.”

“I want long hair like kakas…”

“Then you can have long hair,” Adam assured, reaching around towards his son’s ears, rubbing them gently, causing the boy to squirm and giggle. 

“Daddy!”

“Even though you’re normally so shy, you can’t be shy when you show your love to daddy, okay? Come here!” Adam lifted his son up from his wife’s lap and he peppered his son all over with his kisses, though quickly surrendered some of his kisses to his elder sister. Meanwhile, Konarot was in the middle of some important business. 

Konarot pulled the blanket over it. It was white, like snow, its blade hidden beneath the sheath. The girl double checked to see if the handle was upon the pillow, before she pulled back. 

Adam threw a look to his wife, who smiled in return, the pair watching as the girl carefully tucked her sword into bed, before she shuffled over towards her mother and father. 

“Did you put Zephyr to bed?” Adam asked.

“Yes.”

“Did you brush his hair?”

“Zephyr does not have hair, daddy,” Konarot replied, tilting her head.

“Ah, of course.”

“Zephyr is a girl,” Kirot said. “She is our best friend.”

“I see. I thought it was a boy, since Karot is a boy, and there’s already two of you.”

Konarot and Kirot exchanged a look, before turning to look towards their brother, who blinked innocently at them. 

“Zephyr is a boy?” Konarot asked Kirot.

“Zephyr…” Kirot blinked, thinking upon the matter for a moment. “Zephyr is a boy.”

“Okay,” Konarot said. “Karot, you can carry Zephyr, okay?”

“Okay!” Karot’s tail jiggle lightly behind him as the boy’s cheeks burned slightly with delight. 

“Darling,” Adam called.

“Yes?”

“Perhaps we should go have a bath?”

Vonda let out a soft sigh, reaching up to her forehead. “It’s a little too late to have a bath now, darling.”

“It’ll be difficult for me if we don’t have a bath.”

“We can have a bath in the morning.”

Adam’s eyes slowly darted towards his wife, who stared back at him with a defiant gaze. “If it’s a no then it’s a no. I need to go take a walk to cool off, though, since you’ve warmed me up.”

‘Eugh,’ Larot thought.

“Oh dear,” Vonda replied, feigning as though she had done something wrong, while smirking up at the half elf.

‘Damn it!’ Adam slipped away, allowing his children to claim their mother as they began to fall asleep. The half elf stepped out into the courtyard, where he found Amokan swinging his sword. ‘Hmm?’

The pair’s eyes met and they nodded towards one another. Adam could see Amokan was working through something, his mind preoccupied with something else. The half elf took a walk around the block, cooling himself off quickly, before he returned back to his room, his triplets almost tackling him down.

Romance? In my fatherhood simulator?

CRINGE!