Finished The First Outfit For Ornstein And...

Finished the first outfit for Ornstein and...

Honestly, GIVE ME THAT DRESS! 

Like wow, give this dude an award for Best Dressed right now. Lowkey, kinda jealous now. oh to not be broke.

The Love of the Wolves

“Mommy!” Lucette startled at the cry that echoed through the halls, looking up curiously from the book she had been reading. 

Who on earth said that? 

Her question was answered by the sound of pattering little feet, followed by the appearance of a dark skinned toddler dressed in blue colored clothing running into her room. She smiled in motherly affection at his appearance, setting aside her book to welcome, Idmaer, one of her firstborn sons. Though, it was strange to see him without his twin brother at his side. This was all forgotten at the sight of his face streaked with tears, sending a wave of concern through her. 

“Sweetling? What’s wrong?” 

Without hesitation, Idmaer climbed into his mother’s lap, tucking his face under her chin as he sniffled. 

“Auntie Sif growled at me!”

 Fighting against the instinctive parental alarm, Lucette wrapped her arms around her child, frowning in confusion. Sif rarely growled at anyone, unless they had ill intentions. Especially not at the boys. She lets them get away with almost everything. If she growled at Idmaer, it meant he did something that caused her harm. 

“Well, what did you do?” She asked gently, stroking his braided hair. Idmaer’s chubby face frowned up at her, pouting. 

“Nothing!”

 Lucette tilted her head forward as she raised a single eyebrow with a knowing look in her eyes. She knows her son. She knows how he can get when he’s overly excited and focused on play. At his mother’s gentle scolding look, the little boy sighed and poured more. 

“I pulled her tail.” 

Yup, that would do it. No animal likes having their tail pulled. 

“Why did you do that?” 

“I didn’t mean to! I was trying to get a stick out of her fur!” 

Lucette figured he didn’t do it completely on purpose. But children were rough and clumsy and aren’t known for having fine delicate hand eye coordination. 

“Did you tell her that you were going to do that before you did it?” 

When Idmaer looked away, she knew the answer was no. He thought of an idea and yet did it. 

“That was very mean, Idmaer. You shouldn’t have done that. How would you like it if I just walked up to you and pulled your hair?”

Ashamed, her son bowed his head, looking morosely at his feet. 

“Sad. And mad.” 

“Exactly.” 

“But why did she growl at me?!” He questioned, looking to his mother for answers.

“Sif growled at you as a way to tell you that you were hurting her. She cannot speak, Sweetling. So she has to show you in a way that would make you stop.” She explained gently. She let her son sit in silence for a bit as he thought about it, his nose scrunching up in a manner she knew meant he was thinking hard. 

“I wasn’t being very nice, Mommy.” 

“No, you were not.” At the soft scolding, tears welled up in her son’s blue eyes, an exact replica of her own pair. 

“Auntie Sif mad at me?” 

“Oh Sweetling, Auntie Sif can never be mad at you. Neither you or Leofred. She loves you far too much to do so. But you did hurt her and she deserves an apology.”

Her son nodded his head in agreement,  climbing down from his mother’s lap and holding her hand tightly as they walked to the playroom where the children and Sif had been playing, wiping some of his tears on the soft fabric of her dress. They enter to the scene of a sleeping Leofred propped up against the wall with a book open on his lap, ontop of Sif’s head. The wolf, who had been lightly dozing with her head on the child’s lap as the boy had been reading, perked up at Lucette and Idmaer’s arrival, tail wagging. Smiling at the adorable scene, Lucette led Idmaer a few feet away from Sif. 

“Sif, Idmaer has something to say to you. Idmaer, what do you say to Auntie Sif?” Sif, interested, rose up from her spot on Leofred’s lap and trotted over to Idmaer, staring at him inquisitively. Idmaer sniffled, wiping his face a hand as he quietly apologized. 

“I’m sorry I pulled your tail, Auntie Sif. I didn’t mean to do it.” Sif sniffed at Idmaer’s face, intelligent bright eyes scanning over the tiny child, before gently licking at the tear streaks on his face, showing her forgiveness of the childish mistake. Idmaer giggled at the ticklish sensation and soon was laughing and squealing loudly as Sif licked his face harder, tail wagging as she hopped around. 

Now holding a sleeping Leofred in her arms, Lucette smiled at the heartwarming scene, heart full. Bending down, she placed a kiss on Idmaer’s head (as that was the only spot that wasn’t covered in wolf slobber) and scratched behind one of Sif’s ears before leaving the playroom, the sound of laugher and barks echoing in the hallways behind her as she carried her son to his room for a nap.

The End

A funny head canon I have is that Lucette’s kids aren’t afraid of Ornstein like other kids. And she has no idea why.

Somehow, the kids just see Ornstein as a super strict uncle and keep it moving.

Anytime they see Ornstein: “Hi Uncle Ornstein!”

Literally everyone else:???????????????

Lucette: Why do you all call Captain Ornstein, Uncle Ornstein? Kids: Because he is Uncle Ornstein

Lucette: Okay...but why?

Kids: Because he is!

Lucette @ God Kin children who try to pick on her for being small

@kingarise​  

   “Ahh! Little wolf girl. Knight friend here too. Come in,” the Giant Blacksmith suddenly greeted, waving an overly large hand at the doorway to the forge. Artorias spun on his heel, not only for the sake to equally greet the unexpected guest, but also because ‘little wolf girl’ only meant one person to the knight as far as he knew. Lowering his gaze, his suspicions were quickly confirmed. His heart fluttered as his chest expanded with a delighted gasp, both with intrigue and adoration. 

   “Starlight!” he exclaimed with open arms as he rushed to kneel in front of her and effortlessly pick up her tiny frame to pull her into a squeezing embrace. Had he just seen her a mere hour ago, her presence a frequent occurrence in his life as she was his daughter, thus there was no need for excessive love as if the occasion was anything special? Yes, but Artorias cared naught. His heart was a large one and the love he had for his Starlight pulsed strong in his veins. It could not be helped, nor did he want to correct this habit of his. Lucette would know and experience Love— every day, every chance, Artorias had to express it. 

   “What bringest thou to the Forge? Certainly no trouble, I hope,” he began to question as he set down down. Fingertips tugged as the fringes of her dress, tidying up her appearance after the hold had ruffled it. “Hast thou grown curious of thy father’s armanents? My dear friend here works on my sword, it had’th received a most unfortunate chip in its glorious edge.” 

   At the mention of ‘dear friend’, the Giant perked up and waved once more. “I forge. Make shiny again,” he simply spoke as he gestured towards the characteristic blade of Artorias currently carefully held in colossal hands. “Little wolf girl watch? Make happy me.” 

I’m getting carried away with drawing Ornstein in pretty outfits.

now I’m contemplating jewelry.

I need to be forcefully stopped