[ cute... this is so cute. it's not an unfamiliar situation at all - though lord ravus would probably never chop firewood - but this is the kind of loving home that rondo grew up in, too. he's very comfortable in this peaceful little moment from karlach's life, watching her parents be cute, and then
presents baby like simba: ]
I snuck outside because I heard it crying and I rescued it. [ amazing. ] Look, it's hurt. Can we help it?
[karlach, the only character i play who has happy and loving parents who loved her]
Why am I not surprised... [dad says, but he can't hide the amusement.]
Yeah all right. Bring it here. You watch close now. [and dad gestures for rondo to come close, crouching down. when presented with this fox, who starts squirming again, dad reaches out and puts his fingers on the injured paw.
the fox makes a growly sound, but dad ignores him, and murmurs something that sounds magical.
there's a flash of light, brief - and the fox's paw is healed for a couple points. healing word, baybeee. the fox goes ???, and then:]
[ pure... the lick gets him to laugh - he never got to have pets growing up, either! and he carefully sets the fox down. ]
Goodbye! Good luck! [ bark bark bark. and then he beams up at karlach's parents, feeling the warmth of a house full of love, warmth for karlach, and warmth for knowing people's lives are made up of little moments like these, little kindnesses. ]
Thank you, Father. [ karlach probably does not say that but thats ok. ]
[the fox zooms off, as an animal with absolutely no sense of gratitude does.
but dad just looks amused at what rondo says, and scoops him up, hoisting him up like a sack of potatoes. he's probably getting a little too big for dad to do this, but there's a sense of delight, anyway.]
Father, huh? You too old for daddy, now? That it?
[blows a raspberry against the side of his head, like a goof.]
It's time for breakfast, little K.
[and he carries you back into the house - as the memory ends with this, twenty years later.]
as rondo returns back to his own reality - blinking back what feel briefly like tears - he's left for a second to contend with all of those big, heavy emotions. it's funny. he's had a lot in common with karlach since the beginning, and even here, it resonates deeply in his heart. his emotions flicker between them, a sense of overwhelming, undeniable gratitude and warmth, affection and familiar love, and something a little sad, too, something nostalgic and tinged just bittersweet. he hasn't been back to visit his parents graves' in years, after all.
the story of a loving family, of the way death takes them, but most of all - what resonates is the familiar feeling of a warm home like a hearth, and rondo lets out a little laugh as he exhales outwards, looking down at his own gloved hands, and then over at karlach. ]
...I think... without question, that's the best one of those I've had. [ memory share, that is. he reaches up to rub at one eye, briefly, still smiling. ] What a wonderful house you grew up in, Karlach.
[she's kind of just sitting, breathing it in. it's been a while since she's seen them, or even remembered that particular memory. silence, for a moment, and then:]
I loved them. [and they loved her, and she knew it. it's why she is who she is now.] Gods, I miss them a lot.
Seeing them, I think... it says a lot about who you are. It makes a lot of sense.
[ there's a huge difference between a life full of love and a life without one. rondo grew up with the former, too - having good, wonderful role models in your life, even if they're taken from you, matters. people who are kind and loving are the best family of all. ]
[ he's going to say something along the lines of i don't think its your fault you got kidnapped, you know but it's saturday of endgame day so the fog decides no, it's time for a memshare!
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presents baby like simba: ]
I snuck outside because I heard it crying and I rescued it. [ amazing. ] Look, it's hurt. Can we help it?
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Why am I not surprised... [dad says, but he can't hide the amusement.]
Yeah all right. Bring it here. You watch close now. [and dad gestures for rondo to come close, crouching down. when presented with this fox, who starts squirming again, dad reaches out and puts his fingers on the injured paw.
the fox makes a growly sound, but dad ignores him, and murmurs something that sounds magical.
there's a flash of light, brief - and the fox's paw is healed for a couple points. healing word, baybeee. the fox goes ???, and then:]
Fixed? [looks up at rondo.]
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Fixed?
[ only it's like a little fox yip in karlach's voice. very cute ]
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it yips, and licks rondo's face.]
Fixed! [it says excitedly, squirming wildly. mum laughs, brushing her hands off on her apron as she heads back into the house. dad looks proud.]
You let it go now. We're not keeping it, we've already got your mother's little disaster running round the place.
[the cat, he means.]
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Goodbye! Good luck! [ bark bark bark. and then he beams up at karlach's parents, feeling the warmth of a house full of love, warmth for karlach, and warmth for knowing people's lives are made up of little moments like these, little kindnesses. ]
Thank you, Father. [ karlach probably does not say that but thats ok. ]
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but dad just looks amused at what rondo says, and scoops him up, hoisting him up like a sack of potatoes. he's probably getting a little too big for dad to do this, but there's a sense of delight, anyway.]
Father, huh? You too old for daddy, now? That it?
[blows a raspberry against the side of his head, like a goof.]
It's time for breakfast, little K.
[and he carries you back into the house - as the memory ends with this, twenty years later.]
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as rondo returns back to his own reality - blinking back what feel briefly like tears - he's left for a second to contend with all of those big, heavy emotions. it's funny. he's had a lot in common with karlach since the beginning, and even here, it resonates deeply in his heart. his emotions flicker between them, a sense of overwhelming, undeniable gratitude and warmth, affection and familiar love, and something a little sad, too, something nostalgic and tinged just bittersweet. he hasn't been back to visit his parents graves' in years, after all.
the story of a loving family, of the way death takes them, but most of all - what resonates is the familiar feeling of a warm home like a hearth, and rondo lets out a little laugh as he exhales outwards, looking down at his own gloved hands, and then over at karlach. ]
...I think... without question, that's the best one of those I've had. [ memory share, that is. he reaches up to rub at one eye, briefly, still smiling. ] What a wonderful house you grew up in, Karlach.
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I loved them. [and they loved her, and she knew it. it's why she is who she is now.] Gods, I miss them a lot.
But - yeah. I got lucky.
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[ there's a huge difference between a life full of love and a life without one. rondo grew up with the former, too - having good, wonderful role models in your life, even if they're taken from you, matters. people who are kind and loving are the best family of all. ]
They'd be very proud of you, I'm sure.
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[a little smile.]
Thanks.
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a tale of two ravuses. ]