Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181121030235

(BT) “No. You need not apologize, Sir. I care for Layoka, same as you. The fact that you came at all is enough consolation. She never lost hope.” Imperia wipes away two subtle tears. “Layoka never lost faith.”

“I knew you would come, Papa.” Layoka grips Jorge’s tunic tight. Her tiny hands grasping as much clothing as they can. “I knew you’d stop those bad people. I missed you. PAPA!” Layoka cries in Jorge’s shoulder, embracing him and letting all her hurt run free. For the first time in what feels like a century, Layoka felt safe. She felt able to feel. She cried herself to exhaustion.

Layoka was like a doll in Jorge’s colossal arms. A tiny, tiny thing to a massive beast of a man. Layoka found more comfort in this brute’s arms than any other’s. She cried herself to sleep in the warmth he provided. Jorge arms were the ramparts of her castle. And through him, she found the first sensation of a father’s love. Layoka now saw Jorge in the highest admiration. She now knew what it was to have a father.

After endless crying, the child lay sound asleep in her new father’s warm embrace. Layoka was as limp as a toy doll in the giant man’s hands. Her sleeping self, cute enough to die for. She nuzzles, kicks, and turns in Jorge’s arms as if she were in the comfiest of beds.