<BGM: Vogel Im Kafig>
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Hush, small sunflower
In an embrace that should be cold as ice, you sleep soundly
May the angels not hear of your voice;
For they'll wish to steal you as you dream
The bespectacled man smiled lightly at the infant in his arms and swang softly in his rocking chair, a peculiar setting, really.
The child was probably dreaming because its round cheeks lit up in foreign pleasure, a sight that made the shinigami swoon as any proud father would do.
Who knew.
The man only continued to embrace the small child in his arms, an unusual wave of warmth filling his entire body. So, this is what love must feel like.
Hush, my Chrysanthemum; a flower, so sweet
You small hands wiggle to grab my hair in curiosity
The shade of your eyes depicts only hope
May the angels not hear of your voice; my dear one
"I did not know I was capable of feeling such an emotion. Especially..not now.", the man uttered silently, not to wake up the sleeping infant. He took the moment to study her features; tiny, still, yet prominent, the little girl fully resembled her mother; something the shinigami was most likely relieved about. Her nose, round and her eyelashes, long, the baby seemed all too peaceful in her father's arms, much to his delight and paternal worry.
He feared a much too strong move would break the girl.
Yes, William feared many things in reality, but this one he feared most.
He often wondered how it was possible to be in his current place and would secretly laugh, looking at himself in the nearby mirror. In all truth, the image of the man in the silver-rimmed glasses sitting on a rocking chair with a small blanket and infant in his hands was a peculiar setting, really.
"I will try my best, not to let you down."
The man smiled at his daughter and closed his own eyes, normally sharp brows now relaxed and peaceful.
He let himself be vulnerable for only a moment and slept.
Hush, my darling child
In fields of flowers you shall grow up running
Lace dresses and mary janes, a small hat perhaps
May the angels not hear of your voice;
Hush, my Chrysanthemum
The sun that so suits you hugs your entire being; an oxymoronic image
I shall be looking at you from afar
The darkness my soul once carried shall not contaminate your light
Little one, perhaps your own shining presence will overpower this dim one of mine.
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A/N: Ah, finally :") Ive been meaning to write this for a while.
I dedicate this to @yamagamis
It's much more light-hearted than I anticipated; I should write a funny one soon :") (μεχρι τοτε εχουμε τον αληθινο μουχλα με το Χρυσανθεμακι να μας θυμιζει what could have been :") )
Im curious as to if I should reveal my inspiration for this...
Anyway! It was an interesting thought and I have to admit I fall for Father!Willy every second of day :"D
I hope it was enjoyable, sorry it's so short ^^
Thank you for always bearing w me, reader-chan! <3
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