Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Soliael stepped into the room.
He wore clothing that would be reminiscent of a time long passed. A single bodysuit, heavy fur cloak covering his shoulders and a pair of gloves on his hands. He wore that same smile that he had always worn, his beard grown back out and his hair getting longer again. Slowly the former Sith Lord wandered over to his wife, his hands sliding around her and his lips kissing her temple.
“Micah and Maleah are annoying Aela with the sound their snow pants make.” Soliael related to Kira, trying to inject a bit of joy into her.
Their children were the greatest source of that joy, the greatest well.
Beyond each other, perhaps even more so, the Children were what drove Soliael and Kira. The want and need to educate them, to raise them right, to see them happy and fulfilled. It pushed Soliael to be a better man, to be a better father than his own ever could have been. His thumbs stroked across her stomach, and his chest thrummed slightly as he hummed a low tune.
He wore clothing that would be reminiscent of a time long passed. A single bodysuit, heavy fur cloak covering his shoulders and a pair of gloves on his hands. He wore that same smile that he had always worn, his beard grown back out and his hair getting longer again. Slowly the former Sith Lord wandered over to his wife, his hands sliding around her and his lips kissing her temple.
“Micah and Maleah are annoying Aela with the sound their snow pants make.” Soliael related to Kira, trying to inject a bit of joy into her.
Their children were the greatest source of that joy, the greatest well.
Beyond each other, perhaps even more so, the Children were what drove Soliael and Kira. The want and need to educate them, to raise them right, to see them happy and fulfilled. It pushed Soliael to be a better man, to be a better father than his own ever could have been. His thumbs stroked across her stomach, and his chest thrummed slightly as he hummed a low tune.