"Yes, but we would still like to celebrate your birthday." Raaz said.
"What’s to celebrate? The day when you lost a son and gained a monster?" Lith shapeshifted for a split second, making the a.d.u.l.ts shudder and the kids ask for an encore.
"I understand your pain, Lith, but it’s not a good reason to behave as if you’re the only one grieving." Elina stood up from her chair and moved near to him.
She cupped his face, forcing Lith to look her in the eyes, in the hope to snap him out of that edgy self-loathing demeanor.
"I knew Trequill Lark before you were born and I spent more time with Mirim than you ever did. Every time there was a gala that I couldn’t attend due to my lack of manners, I entrusted you to her.
"After your return, Mirim would spend hours telling me every single word of praise you received and how well you handled those who provoked you. They were good people and my friends. I miss them more than you can possibly imagine.
"Yet you are my son and you need me more than I need to cry. So please, don’t you dare to call yourself a monster again because that’s the only thing that I can’t bear right now.
"No one in this house cares about how you look or how your children will. All that matters to us is that you know that this is your family and that everyone here loves you." She embraced him, soon joined by Raaz.
"Also, telling us why Kamila broke up with you would surely help us to understand your feelings." Rena said.
"Rena!" Her parents said in unison, bursting Lith’s eardrums.
"What?"
"Too soon!"
"Not really." Rena shook her head. "I don’t want him to relive everything, just to tell us what happened and maybe stop acting as if it’s the end of the world. We can’t help Lith if he doesn’t open up to us."
"Rena is right." Lith sighed. "Let’s finish our meal, put the kids to bed, and then I’ll tell you everything."
Aside from the kids complaining about having to go to sleep early and their claims about being able to keep a secret, the room remained silent until the end of the dinner.
***
Blood Desert, Salaark’s tent, inside one of the few bedrooms on Mogar capable of withstanding the passion of two Guardians, right now.
The Desert’s Overlord had gone on her date after receiving Lith’s report about the events of Lightkeep. Leegaain and Salaark had rekindled more than one kind of spark between them straight after dinner and they had just finished their business.
"Why did you want us to keep our human form? Wasn’t it kind of awkward for you?" Leegaain said amid pants while dabbing a bit of sweat with the bedsheets.
"Are you kidding me? That felt amazing! It’s true what they say. Practice really makes perfect and you clearly practiced a lot." She chuckled while hogging the sheets to make herself a makeshift dress while she took something out of a c.h.e.s.t on the other side of the tent.
"Order and Chaos, you’re the least romantic woman I’ve ever dated. You make even a compliment sound like a dirty joke." Leegaain said.
"Wait. Did you really call me here for old times’ sake or did you plan on using me from the beginning?" He stood up, throwing a reproachful look at her. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
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