#//that's it y'all can go home he has officially gotten the best birthday present ever

[saionofvalflame]

Even wrapped within the fine papers, Arvis's blood sings along with the tome in his grasp. Saias was born from his union with Aida, and so he would surely be his first son, and Fjalar's next heir. One day Arvis would pass, (and evidently, sooner than he should hope) and Valflame would find her new master. But for now, a different heirloom could be given. "Saias," Arvis speaks quietly, kneeling and brushing back ambered locks. "This is for you." Lady Fjalar's memoirs. It was as much history book as it was spell. It told of her fights alongside the other Crusaders, as well as her studies into magic. Infused with her power, it was a marvel of text. He passes it into his sons hands as he kisses his brow. "On the day of your birth."

Although various people approach him throughout the day to give him well wishes and sometimes gifts, Saias can’t help but feel a bit of nervousness swimming in the pit of his stomach. He hasn’t seen his father yet, and doubt creeps through his mind as to whether or not the man will actually acknowledge the day of his birth. Father’s been affectionate with him after the Sealed Forest, so everything should be all right, right?

And yet he can’t help the anxious thoughts, the ones that insist that the bond they formed during the mission was temporary, that Father’s merely giving out what’s required of him and nothing more, that there is no way the man could ever accept him as legitimate and a son.

He’s sitting on his bench in the Blue Lions’ classroom where his Housemates are throwing him a party when Father finally makes his appearance. Saias glances up at him, his shaking fingers clasped together as his heart rate starts to rise and mind to whirl. Why has the man not appeared until now? He can’t deny the terror forming in his being... but Father’s soft words and gentle touch calm him. Then the elder redhead passes him a book and kisses him on the forehead, and the teen melts at the gesture—and the book! Bragi above, it feels like his very blood has turned to champagne with the way the book makes his power soar! Like a piece of him he didn’t even realize was missing has come back home! Dabbing his hands on his handkerchief, Saias opens the book... and gasps as he skims through it. For all of his anxious thoughts were lies: Father does care, and he cares so much that he gave Saias this precious treasure, meant most likely to be passed down from one Fjalar-blooded to another. In one single action, in this one beautiful gift, Father has declared:

You are my son, and I love you.

Saias bursts into tears and stands up, clutching the memoirs close as he buries his face in his father’s chest, sobbing. All of his gifts today have been so wonderful and meaningful in one way or another, but this? This symbol of love and acceptance from his father? Nothing will ever be able to best it. All he’s wanted most was for his father to love him; now, here on his birthday, he has been blessed with unquestionable proof of that love.

“Thank you—thank you—thank you, Father, thank you, thank you, thank you—I love you, Father, I love you—thank you—thank you...”

No matter what may come next, he can be assured that Father loves him... no matter what.