Arcana Parent Scenarios

When you ask about your mother

A little shorter chapter but I'm doing one for asking about fathers and learning you're adopted

Asra

One night you were laying in bed while your father slept on the other side of it. You had noticed a while ago that the bed was too big for just you two. Even when Faust slept in it.

You sat up and began thinking about how all of your friends had mommies, but you didn't know where yours was. Asra said they had to go away when you were a baby, but shouldn't they have at least visited? Did they even love you? What if they forgot about you? You felt your (e/c) eyes fill with tears and started crying.

Asra woke up to your sniffs and began to pull you over to him.

"Hey, hey (y/n), what's going on Little Magician?"

"Does Mommy love me?" He felt his heartbreak. Of course, you wondered that. You never knew them.

"Oh, मेरी आशिकुई, they loved you with all of their heart and more."

"Then why aren't they here?" He sighed and brushed back your hair from your face.

"(Y/n), I'm so sorry. They..."He took a breath. "They died when you were born." Your eyes widened and were filled with new tears. You began to cry harder as your father pulled you closer into his lap.

"Oh, oh-oh, it wasn't you're fault मेरी आशिकुई. They were sick for a long time and it took them after you arrived." You cried and hung onto him. "They loved you so much (y/n). More than anyone. Oh, baby. Shhhhh. I'm not leaving you. Don't worry. I'm right here." You cried yourself to sleep that night and slept most of the next day.

Julian

"Dad?" You poked into your father's office. He was writing and had his eye patch on the table next to him.

"Hm?" You stepped into the room.

"Wheres Momma?" You saw him freeze. You were just curious.

"Why? What's going on?" You walked over.

"They're not here and you don't talk about them. Do they come home at night when I'm sleeping?" He turned around and beckoned you closer. You ran over and Julian picked you up.

"No, придурок, they don't. I wish they would." You looked down at him confused. He smiled and set you in his lap. "You remember when I told you that sometimes people pass away and we can't do anything?"

"Mhmm." You knew he told you about your grandparents and Lilinka. He and your Auntie had told you stories about them, and it made it feel like they weren't gone.

"Well, your momma was one of them. I tried to stop it and couldn't." You nodded your head.

"Dad?"

"Yes, (y/n)." Julian put his hand on the crown of your head.

"Can you tell me stories about them?" He smiled.

"Of course. There was rather a time that we got stuck in the house because the lock broke and-" He remembered the end of the story. "We...stayed inside and played games until Asra got the door unlocked."

Later that night, you were tucked into bed and your dad came to tell you goodnight and brought in notes and letters your mother had written, explaining and reading them to you as you fell asleep.

Vlastomil

"Da?" Vlastomil looked up from his book. It was late and almost your bedtime so the two of you were sitting in the parlor.

"Yes, wormlet?" You swallowed.

"How come I don't have a mom?" He sighed and closed his book. Vlastomil gestured for you to come closer.

"Why do you ask (y/n)?" 

"Well, all the servants talk about their mothers and I wondered where mine is."

"Your mother is...difficult. She does dangerous things for a living and couldn't keep you with her. So she left you with me. Which I couldn't have been happier about!" He quickly added noticing the growing fear in your eyes that you were dumped on him. You aren't around as long as he has been without picking up some notes on human behavior.

"She did what she thought was best for you, little worm." He said, gently hugging you. You nodded and pulled out of his grip.

"Da?"

"Yes?"

"Will you read me a story?"

"Of course." Vlastomil followed you up the stairs to your room and read to you until you fell asleep.

Valdemar

You weren't by any means a dumb child. Having grown up with the parental influence you did, you were actually had a higher IQ than most people four times your age. But that didn't mean you weren't curious. You knew your zather didn't mind answering questions, the sooner you had an answer the sooner you could learn to answer similar questions for yourself. You still felt they would avoid this one. 

"Zather?" They looked up from the body they were working on, blood-red eyes looking into (e/c) eyes. 

"Yes?" You gulped as they straightened. You had never been given a reason to fear them, but you heard what the servants said and how the other courtiers were around them and it definitely told you where Valdemar stood: the top of the pyramid. 

"Um wh-"

"Don't mumble or stutter, (y/n)." You looked at the ground

"I apologize, zather. I was wondering what happened to my mother?" They walked over to you, arms behind their back. 

"I assume you mean what they were like as well, correct?" You nodded. "Well, they died when you were born simple as that. As for what they were like, I cant say other than any observations I've made through you which are not the most reliable source. Would you like to know anyway?"

"Yes please." They sighed. 

"Very well. They were quick on their feet, asked questions that mattered and stubborn. They didn't like being told how the world worked because it may not always be the case." They looked down at you. "They had (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. They smiled at people to make their day." You smiled and looked at your hands.

"Really?" 

"Have I ever lied to you?" 

"No zather." They smiled.

"Now, help me remove this pesky pancreas. It keeps moving." You nodded and put on your apron and gloves, moving to do the only form of bonding you had with them.