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Ramón can feel his eyes get droopy.
He stifles a yawn, rubbing his tired eyes. He doesn’t want to go to sleep– he can’t remember the last time he had this much fun! The day can’t end yet, they still have to keep working on the pool of the egg mansion and clean the snowman in the favela more! But when Ramón goes to voice these problems, a yawn overtakes him.
Pai Pac laughs softly, running a hand through his curly brown hair. “I have to head back, I’m getting tired too.” He says, running a hand through his own black and blue hair. “Ramón, do you want to spend some time with Tío Mike or are you done?”
The dragonling wants to spend more time with Mike, he wants to see his chocolate factory! But he’s so tired, he feels like he’s gonna fall asleep at any moment. So with a bit of sadness, he shakes his head. ‘Im very tired, sorry Tío Mike.’ He signed.
After a bit of teasing from Mike, the pink-haired male hugs both of them before going off his way, probably to work on his chocolate factory. Pac turns to Ramón and smiles. “You heading off on your own, Ramón?”
Ramón paused, before shaking his head. ‘Can you take me home, Pai?’ He asks shyly, blushing when Pac’s dark, brown eyes brighten.
“Of course!” He exclaimed, pulling out his warpstone, Ramón quickly following suit. “Ramón’s house, right?” Pac asks, with Ramón nodding.
After the cloud of purple particles disappeared around them, the pair were standing in front of Ramón’s quaint, little home. The Brazilian started to walk towards the door when Ramón grabbed his sleeve of his blue hoodie, pointing to the elevator hidden between the bamboo. Pac hummed and let himself be dragged by the dragonling.
The pair arrived at the bottom of the elevator shaft and Ramón yawned once more, scratching his tired eyes. Pac smiled softly before grabbing Ramón and pulling him onto his arms, carrying him through the hall. Ramón’s eyes widened, staring at Pac with disbelief. He doesn't remember the last time someone carried him, it’s... very nice.
“Where to, nenê?” Pac asks, humming when Ramón points to the security door to their left. He taps the door and gasps when it opens, glancing at Ramón who gives him a tired smile.
‘I added you to the allowlist.’ He signs, and Pac’s heart melts.
He still can’t believe this beautiful baby trusts him so much that he’d write his name on the allowlist. Pac would rather die than break that trust, he wouldn’t dare. “Thank you Ramón.” He says earnestly hugging the small body close. “I’m so honored.” He says, smile widening when he feels a pair of small arms hug back and a tail wrap around his waist.
Pac places Ramón on the bed gently, helping him remove the meathead and goggles from his head and placing them on top of the crafting table nearby. He helps the child get into comfier clothes and tucks him into the red bed.
Ramón gives him a tired grin. ‘Boa noite, Pai!’
“Boa noite, nenêm.” He says, smiling when the dragonling hums. “Do you want me to sing you a Brazilian lullaby?”
The child nods excitedly and Pac sits on the bed, Ramón shuffling so he could lay his head on the older's lap. The Brazilian smiled, helping him get into a comfortable position and being mindful of his prosthetic leg. Once they’re in a perfect position, Pac starts running his hand through Ramón’s soft, brown locks. He grins when he hears a quiet purr coming from the dragonlings chest. He closes his eyes and starts singing.
Dorme neném
Que a cuca vem pegar
Papai foi no roça
Mamãe no cafezal
Bicho papaõ
Sai de cima do telhado
Deixa o meu bebê dormir sossegado
Pac opens his eyes and smiles warmly when he notices the young dragonling sound asleep, still purring. He carefully moves them so Ramón is now lying on the bed comfortably, wrapped in the red blanket. The Brazilian stands up, giving one last look at Ramón, before he gives in and kisses Ramón’s forehead.
He goes to move when he feels a small hand grab his wrist. Pac turns to see Ramón's eyes opened slightly. ‘Pai?’ He signs, causing Pac to internally freak out.
Did he cross a line? He knows Fit isn’t the most touchy person, so is Ramón the same? But the dragonling always asks for hugs– unless that’s the only physical contact Ramón allows. Fuck, he needs to apologize–
‘Obrigado.’ Ramón signs, and Pac stops. At the look Pac gives him, Ramón looks down, embarrassed. ‘For the lullaby... and for the kiss.’
And God, Pac wants to wrap this baby in his arms and protect him from every type of harm that’s trying to come for them.
“No problem, Ramón! Anytime.” Pac says, hugging the dragonling before pulling away. “Boa noite, neném.” He says, smiling when Ramón nods and closes his eyes, his small chest going up and down slowly.
Pac leaves the room, and all he can think about is how much he loves this baby so much.
Rambling, I don’t know just a mini writing idea I had. Excuse my writing lmao.
It’s Q!Jaiden angst I guess, I don’t really know- 😭
There she was, stood in front of a mirror. The scar that covered at least half of her face, the same one from day one. The eye on that side of her face nearly beyond recognition. Eye bags were present, somehow causing her dull eyes to stand out. Was her skin always this pale? Even her vibrant blue hair was beginning to leave her, familiar dark roots growing back through. The only lively thing about her was her wings, however they were the only things that had been sheltered this entire time. Looking up for just a moment, she catches a reflection. It’s no longer her reflection, it belongs to the person she knew quite a few months back. Her eyes were quite vibrant, there was a certain glimmer in them. Her mouth was curved in the corners, pulling it into a smile; one that probably hadn’t left her face for a while. For once her hair seemed partially tidy, still that same old shade of brown. Not a single scar present, every single feature of her face was easy to make out.
Was this the Jaiden that the others all knew and thought of whenever her name was mentioned?
She raised her hand and hesitated for a split second before reaching for the mirror, the person she used to be. As she made contact with the cold, scratched glass, she blinked. When she opened her eyes, she saw herself staring back at her with the same expression: with her scars and everything. A sigh escaped from her mouth.
Perhaps this really was the person she had been all along.
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