Roland doesn't quite fall asleep after Inigo does, but it's for the best. He stays up some, gently rubbing his back and wondering in the dark what else he could do for his family to make the most out of the three days he's been given for a break.
When Inigo came and his dragon-goddess healed the broken Earth, the world began to move in a completely opposite direction. Suddenly, policies were being formed against nuclear arms; policies Roland had championed so long ago, but never got any backing from, against companies and governments in favor of using war to sell arms. His presidency, now on its final legs, became the talk of nations once more...though this time around, they're seeing more progress where it matters. Peaceful resolutions. Environmental protection. Sustainability. Local production. Anti-corporations.
Healthcare for all, that he continues to propagate long after Naga's magic healed William too. Naga can't heal every kid like him, after all. They needed structures in place all the same.
So, in the dark of the night, with his voice falling silent and his eyes wide open against the soft moonlight filtering through his curtains, Roland thinks long and hard. For all the good his work is doing, what would any of it matter if the people in his family could not benefit from it? Could not live in this new reality he's trying hard to create from the ground up again? Inigo most of all, who shares in Will's fate of being tied to a fate both thought they could not escape; leading to futures that spelled doom one way or another.
He wants to be better - even better - for them. He didn't deserve this chance, but Inigo grants it to him. Stays with him. Makes a home with him. Nothing would please Roland more - nothing would speak of his legacy stronger - than ensuring the everlasting joy of his loved ones. Especially the one who was responsible for this peace, this quiet night where he can hug him tight and never let go.
The ideas flow like water to a fountain. It's enough to settle him in, eyes drooping closed in an attempt to sleep. It's a light sleep, but he rests regardless. It's enough.
In the morning, Roland is the first to rise. Inigo's light breaths against his shirt, some drool pooling at the corner of his mouth merely from the angle of his face that never moved from his father's embrace, is a fond sight. He smiles with love in his gaze, planting a soft kiss against the boy's forehead before allowing himself a few more moments in this reprieve.
It's as Inigo and him spoke of during their cereal dinner: they are blessed to wake up in each other's arms, in a bed that's soft, with a home that's complete.
Eventually, he is able to untangle himself free from this warm cage of limbs and pajamas, stretching as he carefully slides off of the mattress. There is a dip that's absent when he's completely off of it, causing Inigo to stir. Murmur in his dreams. Roland watches, stills himself in case his surprise is ruined...but Inigo sleeps away, soundly as if this was his first sleep in a long time.
Perhaps it was. All the more reason for him to get up, get his day going. It's his turn in this lifetime to make Inigo smile.
He lightly jogs downstairs after some time grooming himself in the bathroom, keeping the bedroom door ajar some, and the curtains pulled only halfway, leaving the room gently lit without the harsh rays of the sun jarring Inigo up. He'll awaken in his own time. Meanwhile, Roland's multitasking in the kitchen for...something. The most he can do is try to be quiet, with a house like their's and only two people inside, it's easy to make noise.
Which he does, by accident. A metal bowl clangs loudly in Roland's attempt to catch it with hands covered in gloves. The sound is akin to the ringing of a phone or a clock going off...but if it's not that which will wake up his sleeping son, it'll be the smell wafting, creeping up the stairs, into the bedroom.
And while he tends to be a pretty early riser, it isn't the case today. Maybe since his life has flipped around so much. There's no longer the need to get up early, because there isn't a world out there waiting for him to save it. There are no people dying just because he decided to sleep for five minutes longer. And within the comfort and warmth of Roland's bed, it's really hard to want to wake up, anyway. Even as Roland shifts on the bed, kisses Inigo's head and leaves the room, the boy doesn't really notice any of it. He's still far gone, all the way off in dreamland. And not the nightmares that he's had before, no. This is a comfortable sleep, filled with warm dreams.
.. warm dreams that slowly start to fade when they're interrupted by a sudden clang. It's distant enough to not be any immediate danger, but there's an instinct to Inigo that makes him sit up in bed right away, rigid, at attention. Ready to jump into battle at a moment's notice, despite his sword being safely stored away in his own room, rather than being here with him in Roland's room.
His heart races, but he tries to tell himself it's probably nothing serious. There's no Risen in this world. No monsters. And there's that sweet, sweet scent-- everything is okay. Everything is okay. He repeats it in his head, like a mantra.
And that's when he slowly starts climbing out of bed. Not even bothering to change out of his cute bear pyjamas, Inigo starts wandering over in the direction of the smell..
The kitchen. Figures.
He peeks his head in first, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
".. Father, is everything alright here?"
Look, he may be a sleepy boy, but he is totally ready to fight off a robber if that's what's happening here. Just be glad he got over his paranoia just enough to not sneak down with a sword in hand - something he definitely would have done during one of his very first days here in this sort of situation.
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Roland doesn't quite fall asleep after Inigo does, but it's for the best. He stays up some, gently rubbing his back and wondering in the dark what else he could do for his family to make the most out of the three days he's been given for a break.
When Inigo came and his dragon-goddess healed the broken Earth, the world began to move in a completely opposite direction. Suddenly, policies were being formed against nuclear arms; policies Roland had championed so long ago, but never got any backing from, against companies and governments in favor of using war to sell arms. His presidency, now on its final legs, became the talk of nations once more...though this time around, they're seeing more progress where it matters. Peaceful resolutions. Environmental protection. Sustainability. Local production. Anti-corporations.
Healthcare for all, that he continues to propagate long after Naga's magic healed William too. Naga can't heal every kid like him, after all. They needed structures in place all the same.
So, in the dark of the night, with his voice falling silent and his eyes wide open against the soft moonlight filtering through his curtains, Roland thinks long and hard. For all the good his work is doing, what would any of it matter if the people in his family could not benefit from it? Could not live in this new reality he's trying hard to create from the ground up again? Inigo most of all, who shares in Will's fate of being tied to a fate both thought they could not escape; leading to futures that spelled doom one way or another.
He wants to be better - even better - for them. He didn't deserve this chance, but Inigo grants it to him. Stays with him. Makes a home with him. Nothing would please Roland more - nothing would speak of his legacy stronger - than ensuring the everlasting joy of his loved ones. Especially the one who was responsible for this peace, this quiet night where he can hug him tight and never let go.
The ideas flow like water to a fountain. It's enough to settle him in, eyes drooping closed in an attempt to sleep. It's a light sleep, but he rests regardless. It's enough.
In the morning, Roland is the first to rise. Inigo's light breaths against his shirt, some drool pooling at the corner of his mouth merely from the angle of his face that never moved from his father's embrace, is a fond sight. He smiles with love in his gaze, planting a soft kiss against the boy's forehead before allowing himself a few more moments in this reprieve.
It's as Inigo and him spoke of during their cereal dinner: they are blessed to wake up in each other's arms, in a bed that's soft, with a home that's complete.
Eventually, he is able to untangle himself free from this warm cage of limbs and pajamas, stretching as he carefully slides off of the mattress. There is a dip that's absent when he's completely off of it, causing Inigo to stir. Murmur in his dreams. Roland watches, stills himself in case his surprise is ruined...but Inigo sleeps away, soundly as if this was his first sleep in a long time.
Perhaps it was. All the more reason for him to get up, get his day going. It's his turn in this lifetime to make Inigo smile.
He lightly jogs downstairs after some time grooming himself in the bathroom, keeping the bedroom door ajar some, and the curtains pulled only halfway, leaving the room gently lit without the harsh rays of the sun jarring Inigo up. He'll awaken in his own time. Meanwhile, Roland's multitasking in the kitchen for...something. The most he can do is try to be quiet, with a house like their's and only two people inside, it's easy to make noise.
Which he does, by accident. A metal bowl clangs loudly in Roland's attempt to catch it with hands covered in gloves. The sound is akin to the ringing of a phone or a clock going off...but if it's not that which will wake up his sleeping son, it'll be the smell wafting, creeping up the stairs, into the bedroom.
It's sweet.
Looks like Roland needs to work a bit faster.
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And while he tends to be a pretty early riser, it isn't the case today. Maybe since his life has flipped around so much. There's no longer the need to get up early, because there isn't a world out there waiting for him to save it. There are no people dying just because he decided to sleep for five minutes longer. And within the comfort and warmth of Roland's bed, it's really hard to want to wake up, anyway. Even as Roland shifts on the bed, kisses Inigo's head and leaves the room, the boy doesn't really notice any of it. He's still far gone, all the way off in dreamland. And not the nightmares that he's had before, no. This is a comfortable sleep, filled with warm dreams.
.. warm dreams that slowly start to fade when they're interrupted by a sudden clang. It's distant enough to not be any immediate danger, but there's an instinct to Inigo that makes him sit up in bed right away, rigid, at attention. Ready to jump into battle at a moment's notice, despite his sword being safely stored away in his own room, rather than being here with him in Roland's room.
His heart races, but he tries to tell himself it's probably nothing serious. There's no Risen in this world. No monsters. And there's that sweet, sweet scent-- everything is okay. Everything is okay. He repeats it in his head, like a mantra.
And that's when he slowly starts climbing out of bed. Not even bothering to change out of his cute bear pyjamas, Inigo starts wandering over in the direction of the smell..
The kitchen. Figures.
He peeks his head in first, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
".. Father, is everything alright here?"
Look, he may be a sleepy boy, but he is totally ready to fight off a robber if that's what's happening here. Just be glad he got over his paranoia just enough to not sneak down with a sword in hand - something he definitely would have done during one of his very first days here in this sort of situation.