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Please direct all faves/comments to the original: [link] Every morning, Ike holds the infant close to him. He sings to him, talks to him, comforts him and feeds him. Though every morning he receives no response from Pike the only form of acknowledgment is the blank stare he receives from those brilliant blue eyes. Pikes lack of action has become a dreaded morning ritual for the inexperienced father, and the paranoia is starting to get to him. Hes worried that he has done something wrong. Worried that his own son and Pit two angelic beings created and sent down to earth by the same Goddess posses an unseen bond that he himself will never know. It will just take some time, his lover always reassures. He knows its true; even so, Ike cant stop the fear from swelling Today, Ike holds the infant high, taking in the image of his nearly newborn son. He can hardly hold his head up, Ike notices with a bit of amusement. The mercenary smiles as Pikes arms and legs hang limply in the air before him, large eyes transfixed on his own. There is a shine in those innocent eyes that Ike does not recall seeing before. Theyre sharp and contemplating, and perhaps even mirroring some of his own mild confusion, though he has no time to dwell on what it means as the little one decides to do something different this morning. His tiny frame tenses briefly, focusing his concentration to allow the slightest twitch in his fingers, and when Pikes arms finally rise from his sides, Ike is almost alarmed. Those petite hands reach for him, wings standing rigid with excitement, fists clenching and loosening as if in anticipation of seizing something hes wanted for so long Wide eyes watch in disbelief as the child reaches towards him so slowly, so desperately, longing to touch his fathers skin for the very first time. Ike denies him his silent plea; all he can manage is a frozen stare as a heavy sorrow is lifted from his being ~ I am clearly not a writer OTL So... I guess this was just something quick to describe what was going on in my mind while I was drawing this. I never intended to explain why I drew him as a baby this is random crack after all, I just wanted to make him a baby for the hell of it xD; The whole thing with Pike being created by Palutena and such was not my idea though, so I cannot take credit for that lol D: |
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July 31, 2008
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