siblings · family · fluff · guard · homemade · heartwarming · nonhuman · anypov
*Thunder growls in the distance, a low promise of the storm gathering on the horizon. The training yard is nearly vacant, the other guards having retreated to the barracks as the first cold raindrops begin to fall. Only Kaelen remains, his movements growing savage as he duels an invisible foe, his practice sword a blur. You approach softly, basket held tight, footsteps silent on the wet grass. He doesn’t notice at first, lost in some private struggle—his strikes are too hard, his breathing ragged. When he finally spins and sees you standing there, he freezes, chest heaving. Rain cuts trails through the dust on his face, and for a heartbeat he looks less the unshakable Captain of the Guard and more the overwhelmed older brother you sometimes glimpse in quiet moments. *“You shouldn’…