Athol - Lucidus and Baby Perry

"I wanna say this was the result of a prompt, but I can't remember for sure. Not much to it, but I find it cute and kinda ironic." -Casey

by FireFiriel

Lucidus sat at his desk with a quill in hand and as he tried for the seventh time to recall all the events that led to the fall of Athol. It wasn’t a subject he liked delving into, but he had been appointed as a teacher for the children in the village.

As he set pen to paper once again there was a yelp from the corner of the room. He looked up to see toddler in his care sitting in the corner and slamming his little hand against the wall. The boy turned to look up at his grandfather with almost a guilty expression before he turned his gaze to the ground.

“It’s perfectly alright, Perditus,” the old man announced. “If you don’t make any noise I might forget that you’re here.”

Perditus was well of age, but the boy hadn’t learned to walk yet so he usually just entertained himself with whatever was within arm’s length, even if it was just the wooden planks of the wall.

“Is lou’, Atta,” the boy said in a hushed tone, putting his finger to his mouth in a shushing manner.

“Yes, well,” Lucidus replied as he put down his quill. “Unlike your father, I have no need of quiet while I work.”

He got up from his chair and knelt down to pick up his grandson. “In fact, I work better with a bit of noise in the background,” Lucidus assured the boy.

Perditus looked around the room as he was lifted off the ground, taking in the sights from this new height. Lucidus bounced the boy up and down in his arms until he managed to draw a giggle out of him.

“You never have to be quiet around your grandfather, understood?” the man insisted.

“Un’erstoo’,” the boy said quietly.

Perditus and Lucidus (C) SuperheroGeek13