hiddennight might want to read as well.
”Alright children, settle down.” Jairan raised his voice, catching their attention. ”Your mother misses you greatly and wants a picture of the three of you together. I want it to be a nice one, so no fooling around this time. Do you understand me?” He looked at each of them sternly.
”Yes, daddy,” they said in unison, nodding.
”I miss mommy,” Yora pouted for a moment.
”I miss her too…” he muttered behind the holocamera. By the force did he miss her; the children were quite the handful and after just a few days alone with them he found himself exhausted.
”We wanna go and play, daddy!” Roastien complained as the children posed once again for the camera.
”You may go play after this last picture.” Jairan answered absentmindedly, fiddling with the camera settings before looking up at the children. ”No, sweetie, you have to be still for a moment, okay? Now, straight backs and smile for the camera,” he said, snapping a picture.
He sighed as his children scattered into the vast back yard of the estate, and looked at the picutre he had just taken. All three of them were making a face, each one worse than the other. A tired chuckle left his lips. Yes, those were his children alright.
(This is the picture of Roastien, Trisktro and Yoraix he keeps on the desk in his study, because it makes him smile whenever he looks at it.)
Soft and Tough (because I’m lazy…and don’t know how to write.)
Razer could sense her mood change, a spark of anger flared in her as the man approached them. He reached across the table to put his hand over hers, brushing his thumb gently over the back of her hand in an attempt to soothe her. They had come to the cantina to relax after a long day, not to find trouble.
”Let me buy you a drink, beautiful,” the man offered for the third time, grinning at Inea and ignoring Razer. Her blue eyes narrowed and darted up to the man’s face.
”I still don’t want you to buy me drinks. I suggest you go back to your own table… We were in the middle of something here.” Razer could hear the patience wearing thin in her voice.
”Why don’t you join us at our table? We will be more than enough entertainment for you tonight.” the stranger slurred, indicating a nearby table where three other men were seated with a jerk of his head. ”We’d treat you better than the alien ever could, promise…” The man winked at her.
Inea exploded. The man’s low chuckle turned into a loud scream as she raised her boot up and brought in down crushing the his knee cap. She may come across as soft when she wasn’t wearing her armor but Razer knew she was tough as nails; the man writhing in pain on the floor was was unfortunate to learn it the hard way.
Razer’s blasters were in his hands and pointing at men at the other table before she even reached for hers.
”Maybe it’s time to leave, babe?”
(Idek. Don’t get in her face when she’s tired, she doesn’t have the patience for people… )
Daddy Jairan is the best. heh.
and Inea… oh baby Inea… no wonder Razer loves you so much.