The Times We Spend Together
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
The Times We Spend Together
You smiled as you saw your three sons walking around the snow, feeling the cold material with their hands and marveling at the texture.
"Don't eat that snow!" You shouted to the three when Alexi tried to scoop up a handful of off-color snow and tried to eat it. The boy immediately dropped the handful onto the ground, his face a blank canvas.
"Go eat some part that's not yellow."
"Watching over them?" Rurik asked as he stood next to you, his cane tapping into the snow as he tried to keep his balance. "You know you have servants for that?"
"They're my children. And I haven't spent enough time with them lately." You replied.
"Then spend time with them, don't watch them from a distance like a looming figure. Be their father."Rurik stated.
You sighed. "You know why I can't do that."
"No, that is just the excuse you tell yourself because you are too scared." Rurik replied. You glared at the old man, gritting your teeth in anger. "Zima told me that you think you will hurt them. That you won't be a good father."You nodded and bowed your head in shame, the anger subsiding into disappointment.
"You can only be a terrible father if you don't spend time with them." His voice was wistful and bitter. "Just some advice from an old man who's seen far too little and lost too much at the same time."
You nodded and started to walk towards the three boys, who were now trying to push the snow to make a snowman. Your presence became known to them as your heavy steps sank into the fresh snow. The three boys looked at you with varying levels of awe and fear.
"Father," Ivan said in a soft voice. "Can you help us build a snowman?"
You gave a small smile. "Of course."
The three boys moved to the side of the small mound of snow that they were trying to roll. You took a moment to get your hands in the snow, pushing it into the best sphere you could make. It wasn't that good, but your sons were in awe of how easily you moved the snow and make the ball.
"Time to make another." You stated. You thencrouched down, waiting for Alexi and Dmtry to get beside you. Ivan walked over on the other side of the mound to roll the head.
You three rolled a smaller ball of snow, and you lifted it onto the bottom of the mound of snow that was the base of the snowman. Than Ivan tried to set his small ball of snow onto the top, but he fell backward, the ball of snow shattering on his body, covering him in the powder.
Then he started to cry. The piercing sound filled your ears, and you scrambled over to him. You picked your youngest up out of the snow and dusted him off. "Are you okay?" You asked, before being bombarded into a very tight hug. Ivan was still crying. "Hey, it will be okay, it will be okay." You cooed, pulling him closer and ruffling his hair. "I'm right here, it's okay. It will be okay."
Ivan stopped crying, and sniffled. "Okay."
You smiled. "Let me help you with that. Roll up the snow." Ivan got onto his knees and started rolling the ball. It was far from a perfect sphere, but you did not care.
When he was done, you nodded. "Now pick it up and hold it tight." You stated. Ivan did as you asked, holding on to the ball of snow the best he could. You then walked behind him and picked him up. "Now set it on." You stated.
Ivan leaned forward and perfectly placed theball of snow atop the snowman. Though it was bare and lacking any identifiable features, it was enough to get started.
The day passed as the four of you grabbed sticks, rocks, and other random items to put onto the snowman. By the time it was sunset, two sticks were arms, a tiny piece of wood as a nose and twenty pebbles as its eyes, face and other various features that gave it character.
And through all this, you smiled. And enjoyed all the company they gave you.
Reward: Vasily gained the Trait Family Person: You will do anything for your family. (All rolls involving Vasily Aristov's immediate family gain a +10 to the roll.)
AN: Enjoy.
You smiled as you saw your three sons walking around the snow, feeling the cold material with their hands and marveling at the texture.
"Don't eat that snow!" You shouted to the three when Alexi tried to scoop up a handful of off-color snow and tried to eat it. The boy immediately dropped the handful onto the ground, his face a blank canvas.
"Go eat some part that's not yellow."
"Watching over them?" Rurik asked as he stood next to you, his cane tapping into the snow as he tried to keep his balance. "You know you have servants for that?"
"They're my children. And I haven't spent enough time with them lately." You replied.
"Then spend time with them, don't watch them from a distance like a looming figure. Be their father."Rurik stated.
You sighed. "You know why I can't do that."
"No, that is just the excuse you tell yourself because you are too scared." Rurik replied. You glared at the old man, gritting your teeth in anger. "Zima told me that you think you will hurt them. That you won't be a good father."You nodded and bowed your head in shame, the anger subsiding into disappointment.
"You can only be a terrible father if you don't spend time with them." His voice was wistful and bitter. "Just some advice from an old man who's seen far too little and lost too much at the same time."
You nodded and started to walk towards the three boys, who were now trying to push the snow to make a snowman. Your presence became known to them as your heavy steps sank into the fresh snow. The three boys looked at you with varying levels of awe and fear.
"Father," Ivan said in a soft voice. "Can you help us build a snowman?"
You gave a small smile. "Of course."
The three boys moved to the side of the small mound of snow that they were trying to roll. You took a moment to get your hands in the snow, pushing it into the best sphere you could make. It wasn't that good, but your sons were in awe of how easily you moved the snow and make the ball.
"Time to make another." You stated. You thencrouched down, waiting for Alexi and Dmtry to get beside you. Ivan walked over on the other side of the mound to roll the head.
You three rolled a smaller ball of snow, and you lifted it onto the bottom of the mound of snow that was the base of the snowman. Than Ivan tried to set his small ball of snow onto the top, but he fell backward, the ball of snow shattering on his body, covering him in the powder.
Then he started to cry. The piercing sound filled your ears, and you scrambled over to him. You picked your youngest up out of the snow and dusted him off. "Are you okay?" You asked, before being bombarded into a very tight hug. Ivan was still crying. "Hey, it will be okay, it will be okay." You cooed, pulling him closer and ruffling his hair. "I'm right here, it's okay. It will be okay."
Ivan stopped crying, and sniffled. "Okay."
You smiled. "Let me help you with that. Roll up the snow." Ivan got onto his knees and started rolling the ball. It was far from a perfect sphere, but you did not care.
When he was done, you nodded. "Now pick it up and hold it tight." You stated. Ivan did as you asked, holding on to the ball of snow the best he could. You then walked behind him and picked him up. "Now set it on." You stated.
Ivan leaned forward and perfectly placed theball of snow atop the snowman. Though it was bare and lacking any identifiable features, it was enough to get started.
The day passed as the four of you grabbed sticks, rocks, and other random items to put onto the snowman. By the time it was sunset, two sticks were arms, a tiny piece of wood as a nose and twenty pebbles as its eyes, face and other various features that gave it character.
And through all this, you smiled. And enjoyed all the company they gave you.
Reward: Vasily gained the Trait Family Person: You will do anything for your family. (All rolls involving Vasily Aristov's immediate family gain a +10 to the roll.)
AN: Enjoy.
