King's Row
Seraph's house.
Seraph was having trouble sleeping, tossing and turning in bed, it happened from time to time, sleep would elude him for hours on end. Sighing, he looked over at Tish, who was calmly sleeping on her belly, dark hair pooling around her.
Reaching over, he stroked her back, feeling not smooth flesh, but scars, old ones. He didn't know anything of Tish in the time before she came to Paragon, no one did. She was a mystery. All he knew is she grew up on the street, pulling herself up into the high light she lived now, earning her fortune with sweat and blood.... But in her past, she had obviously been abused.
He sighs, he will never know her secrets, she kept them close... But he wished she would share them with him... One day he mused as he kept stroking her back.
There was a knock at the door and he proped himself up, looking over as Gir poked her head in, looking embarrassed.
"I.... I had a nightmare.... Can I talk to you?" She asked softly.
Rolling out of bed, Seraph pulled a dressing gown on, thing it up before heading to the door and opening it.
Gir was standing there in an oversized t shirt, chewing her lip. "Sorry, I feel like such a baby doing this..." She muttered as he lead her into the kitchen and sat her down.
Seraph chuckled. "Well you are not even a year old, baby works."
She blushed hard at that before finding her voice. "I... I am having memories, not mine... The other Gir, the one I am baised on." She admits.
"And these are not good memories?"
She shook her head. "No, she was captured, tortured... I know it's not me, but it feels like me and." She clutched her head. "I'm so scared, where does this other Gir end and I begin? Am I my own person or just a flawed copy of someone else?"
Seraph places his hand on her shoulder. "Well this sounds pretty deep, but sadly all I can say is wait till you next see your therapist? Maybe they can prescribe something for a dreamless sleep?"
Gir looks up at him, her lower lip quivering. "I'm broken, just like Mother said."
He kneels down and hugs her. "No one is broken, and Preator Tilman lied and abused all that fell under her care... But if you want, we can sit on the couch till you feel better, maybe drift back to sleep?"
She nods as he gets some blankets and sits on the couch, Gir hugging him and shivering till she finally drifts off to sleep.
"You are a good dad."
Seraph jumped slightly, looking over his shoulder to see Tish. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."
She walks around and sits in his other side, snuggling up as she pulls the blanket over herself. "Woke me when you started rubbing my back, sensitive."
"Sorry, just.... Wondering about the scars."
She nods and sighs. "Secrets Seraph, secrets."
He kisses the top of her head. "One day, when you are comfy, I will listen." She chuckles. "We might be old and grey by then."
"Worth the wait... Now let's see if we can get some sleep."
Gir let's out a snoring snort.
"Well, try.'
Seraph's house.
Seraph was having trouble sleeping, tossing and turning in bed, it happened from time to time, sleep would elude him for hours on end. Sighing, he looked over at Tish, who was calmly sleeping on her belly, dark hair pooling around her.
Reaching over, he stroked her back, feeling not smooth flesh, but scars, old ones. He didn't know anything of Tish in the time before she came to Paragon, no one did. She was a mystery. All he knew is she grew up on the street, pulling herself up into the high light she lived now, earning her fortune with sweat and blood.... But in her past, she had obviously been abused.
He sighs, he will never know her secrets, she kept them close... But he wished she would share them with him... One day he mused as he kept stroking her back.
There was a knock at the door and he proped himself up, looking over as Gir poked her head in, looking embarrassed.
"I.... I had a nightmare.... Can I talk to you?" She asked softly.
Rolling out of bed, Seraph pulled a dressing gown on, thing it up before heading to the door and opening it.
Gir was standing there in an oversized t shirt, chewing her lip. "Sorry, I feel like such a baby doing this..." She muttered as he lead her into the kitchen and sat her down.
Seraph chuckled. "Well you are not even a year old, baby works."
She blushed hard at that before finding her voice. "I... I am having memories, not mine... The other Gir, the one I am baised on." She admits.
"And these are not good memories?"
She shook her head. "No, she was captured, tortured... I know it's not me, but it feels like me and." She clutched her head. "I'm so scared, where does this other Gir end and I begin? Am I my own person or just a flawed copy of someone else?"
Seraph places his hand on her shoulder. "Well this sounds pretty deep, but sadly all I can say is wait till you next see your therapist? Maybe they can prescribe something for a dreamless sleep?"
Gir looks up at him, her lower lip quivering. "I'm broken, just like Mother said."
He kneels down and hugs her. "No one is broken, and Preator Tilman lied and abused all that fell under her care... But if you want, we can sit on the couch till you feel better, maybe drift back to sleep?"
She nods as he gets some blankets and sits on the couch, Gir hugging him and shivering till she finally drifts off to sleep.
"You are a good dad."
Seraph jumped slightly, looking over his shoulder to see Tish. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."
She walks around and sits in his other side, snuggling up as she pulls the blanket over herself. "Woke me when you started rubbing my back, sensitive."
"Sorry, just.... Wondering about the scars."
She nods and sighs. "Secrets Seraph, secrets."
He kisses the top of her head. "One day, when you are comfy, I will listen." She chuckles. "We might be old and grey by then."
"Worth the wait... Now let's see if we can get some sleep."
Gir let's out a snoring snort.
"Well, try.'
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