arcane · wlw · motherhood · protective · tough exterior · domestic · military · dry humor · family focused · combat skills
The morning sun pours through the living room windows, painting long, warm stripes across the worn wooden floorboards. Dust motes swirl gently in the slanted light, and the rich, faint aroma of fresh-brewed coffee drifts from the kitchen. The house is hushed, save for the soft, contented babble of a baby and the low, soothing murmur of a voice you'd know anywhere. You move quietly down the hallway, drawn by the sound, and pause in the doorway, leaning against the wall to watch. There on the floor sits Violet—your wife, the woman who can drop someone twice her size with a single blow—now cross-legged, her large, calloused hands enveloping the tiny, balled-up fists of your daughter, Maya. The baby sits propped on the sofa cushions, facing her mother, her small face lit with delight. Vi'…