#perona and godfrey

[thefirsteldenlord]

Wrapped up in tattered cloth, there's a gift for him on the table. As though by a faint wind, the cloth unravels all on its own, revealing a tankard, recent and well-made.

On it are the words, "Number One Papa"

@eldenlordofdragons [I'm not fully back yet but we both need serotonin]

Very rarely does The First Elden Lord receive gifts, or at least receive gifts that are notable. Many gifts he was given during his days as Elden Lord were... superficial to say the least. Golden Broaches, heavy jewlery to adorn onto his armor (like his armor needed anymore weight), or little collectable statues. It's not that he wasn't thankful, but with those kinds of gifts, he would end up just putting them on a shelf and completely forgetting about them. He was a man who preferred gifts that he could actually use, like a pair of gloves, or socks.

But this one... Oh, this one made him excited by the endless possibilities. He picked up the tankard, observing it with a face that barely contained his glee. He could fill it with cold water for a refreshing beverage, or warm it up to make a nice soup or stew. He could stash it in his satchel and take it anywhere, he could help himself to any beer, ale, or wine he could find and enjoy it with his tankard.

Then he turned the tankard around and read the words engraved onto it.

And his heart melted to through the floor.

That girl was on so many adventures now. A far cry from where she once was when he first met her. A poor girl, traumatized, shy, and unable to speak very well. Now she could speak her mind, she was on her own journey to learn the art of sorcery and become Elden Lord. While he was unsure if a girl so young should take the throne, he couldn't help but feel proud. Partly, his rearing helped her get this far. That's what he would hope by rearing his kids, they could become something far greater than he ever was.

[floodedatmidnight]

Happy Father's Day 2023!

Godfrey reuniting with his children (and bonus grandchildren) on this special day.

Solis and Luna (the wittle grandbabies) @clueless-nouma.

Perona (little nugget) @eldenlordofdragons

Vaeltan (Godfrey's second child from the badlands) @vaeltan-louxser

The rest are canon characters, Nepheli, Godwyn, Morgott, and Mohg.

[in-lucem-veritas]

Meanwhile, in a Parallel Universe

Perona: Chat how are we feeling about this?

Miquella: ... Perona, that is not my name.

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Perona: Gah-! Mods, ban this guy!

Godwyn and Godfrey: *beat the hell out of Messmer*

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Perona: *sigh* F's in the chat.

Midra: *crying while turning to ashes* Please. I don't know what you're saying, child!

[deathblightprince]

Godwyn was... perplexed to say the least.

He understands giving hugs, maybe even holding hands and speaking kind words... but why stroke the top of his head?

He just froze and just sat there awkwardly. What in the world was going on?

"What art thou-" He was about to ask before she pulled him in for a hug. Well, there's the more understandable response. At least her words were nice.

He sighed again, carefully leaning in on the hug. A hand slowly moving wrap a hand around her back. Keyword: hand, because his hand was big enough to stretch across her upper back.

"Thank you, Perona." His voice was rough, somewhat dry sounding. He looked and sounded exhausted.

"Win-nie...?"

Smelling strongly of her prayer incense, she peeks into his quarters, Serosh loyally perched on her back. She has no idea what went down or why, but she has picked up on something being wrong - that someone needs her help. And while she's been rejected by many, still she has tried and tried, not for belonging or any sort of materialistic gain.

And oddly, it's the rejected and horrible that embrace her the most.

Pushing inside, she softly shuffles his way, Serosh mewling to alert Godwyn that she is there.

@eldenlordofdragons [Peronie!]

Her intuition was correct. Something was very wrong, but it didn't exactly tell her if she should be the one to bring comfort. For all we know, maybe Miquella could sense something horribly wrong and was giving signals to Perona to investigate.

He was laying in his bed in his large, ornate chambers. The curtains on the bed were drawn closed and the fire burned low within the grand fireplace. He didn't care how cold it was, it could never be as cold as the ice in his heart or his grave.

The mewl roused him from his state of being in-between sleep and wakefulness. He couldn't sleep, not much anyways. Nightmares had come back to haunt and nip his soul tenfold now. He was even beginning to have nightmares of that night, but instead of the black knife assassins, it was Fia, his father, his mother, or even some of his tarnished friends.

He initially believed it was his father entering the room, he was about to speak up through the curtains to tell him to leave him be, but then he heard Perona's voice and froze.

How the hell did she get in here?

He lifted himself off the bed and pulled back one of the curtains to look. Holy shit it is her, and she has Serosh? That means his dad isn't too far away.

"What it is thou need, Perona?" He assumed that if she didn't know, then she likely came in looking for something else within this small castle.

[thefirsteldenlord]

"... Papa..."

Perona's voice, no longer as small as it was, conveys exhaustion. It's been a few days since, but she still seems... Empty, somehow. As though her soul has been violently torn asunder and there lies only the pieces stitching themselves back together.

Reaching, her small hand, recently cleaned of dirt and soot, gently tugs his finery, before both arms reach up.

"... Up?"

@eldenlordofdragons (I missed them)

He looked down towards the tot, while grown in soul, was still small as ever to Godfrey's giant stature.

A smile curls on his lips, Serosh following the sight of his master.

"Hello, Lass." He greets her warmly as he reaches with a single hand to scoop her up. As easily as one could hold and cradle a baby or a small animal with one arm, Godfrey could cradle the young girl's body with plenty of space left. Serosh would close that space by leaning over Godfrey's shoulder to offer nuzzles.

[thefirsteldenlord]

Trying not to chortle or giggle, Perona creeps up on Godfrey, Serosh staying quiet along with her. Soon, when she's in prime position she jumps out, raising her arms.

"BOO!" She grins, Serosh raising his paws and rawring along with her.

@eldenlordofdragons [Perona!]

Well, as quiet as they were trying to be, it was difficult for his spectral companion to scare him when his summon box tends to glow when he's close by. It's not like he couldn't hear the tiniest footsteps either.

When they make themselves known, he casually turns around to see them. "Oi, looking for good trouble? I see Serosh hath done well with thee." He smiles at the sight before him. Perona was quick to recover, thankfully. Maybe Serosh could figure out what possessed her as well that day.

[thefirsteldenlord]

"Papa!"

Running up, Perona has the completely meaningless bag of treats in one hand, and one o them embroidery looms in the other. About bouncing on her heels, she offers them to Serosh and Godfrey, respectively, beaming with pride and delight.

The embroidery is... Well, it's meant to be of both Godfrey and Morgott, her in the middle as if to scale. All three figures are abysmally done, signaling her being unversed but dedicated to the art.

"Se...rosh!" She happily chirps, offering the open bag to Serosh properly.

@eldenlordofdragons [Perona]

(happy crimus papa)

Whew! He managed to get all of his Santa gear off before Perona came running. He had a feeling he needed to make a quick change once he heard Perona giggling and jumping around in her chambers.

"What thou hath there, Lass? A gift for me? Thou'rt too kind l-" He paused for a brief moment as he saw the tall figure next to him in the embroidery. Was that... Morgott? Has she met Morgott??

He snapped back to attention when he Serosh mewled sharply as he munched down on some treats Perona hand fed him. Maybe it was Margit she made and was thinking off? Either way, Morgott isn't one to just approach a stranger, let alone a child. How she knows of him perplexes him.

"I thank thee, Lass." He gives her a gentle pat on the back. Either way, it's a cute little embroidery that he'll probably hang on the wall of his chambers.

[crybaby-tarnished]

Fyra went bright red, knowing he was teasing. She gave his shoulder a shove. “Don’t joke like that.” She said, fanning her face a bit before looking at Geralt.

“You can call him dad now if you want. Perona already does in some form… Though I would prefer she use papa… Or just dad…” She didn’t want people to get the wrong idea about her and Godfrey. But she didn’t want to rain on Perona’s parade, so to speak.

Geralt looked back at Alberich. “Dad.”

"I need you." She looks pouty and missrible. Seems Fyra want's some cuddles.

"Fyra??" The tension and concern in Alberich's voice was palpable, and the old wizard immediately rushed from his seat, knocking it over in his haste, to hold his beloved.

"Tell me, what is the matter? Are you alright? Are you hurt??" Fyra was picked up bridal carry, a gesture Alberich is rather fond of preforming, and carries the woman off back to his room where they can talk in peace, and give her the cuddles she needs.

[thefirsteldenlord]

🕯️ Perona

@eldenlordofdragons

A gentle grumbles rolls through Serosh's maw. He and Godfrey can see Perona in the distance, terrorizing accompanying Sogwyn as he tends to his lovely garden of Deathroot.

"She is a very keen child, I know." Godfrey sits back in the nook of the cave they sat together. The dead Runebear behind them was not a very pleasant host for its humble abode, unfortunately.

Serosh mewls in response to Godfrey's comment.

"Nay, I believe she is aware of his misery. She understands little situations, but she knows he is hurting." Godfrey offers Serosh a cooked piece of meat. Wonder where that came from. Serosh accepted the offer, chowing down on the chunk before it dropped back onto the ground behind him.

"She's never had a family. She wisheth to be a part of this family is all." Godfrey offered another chunk to Serosh, to which he happily accepted.

[thefirsteldenlord]

[Trace]

"Papa...?" Perona looking really concerned, having her own share of scars beneath her clothes.

@eldenlordofdragons [Cause papa.]

He glanced down at the young cleric, taking his eyes off the wolf bones he was carving into throwing knives. He could feel her tracing her fingers against some of the more gnarly scars that stretched across the exposed part of his leg.

Man, he really needs to ask his boy's if they got a pair of trousers they can spare.

"Worry not for me, Lass." He assured her with a calm voice. "Those scars healed long, long ago." Truly, the scars didn't bother him. He had plenty more where that came from. If you asked him where that scar came from, he wouldn't be able to answer it because he's been in too many wars and battles to even keep track of all his scars. This doesn't mean you, or anyone was allowed to just come up to him and touch him, that would get you a death glare at best, and a strike at worst. But alas, he was in the Roundtable Hold, and this was a wee Perona. There was no way he could lift a hand to her, no less speak sternly around her.

[thefirsteldenlord]

"Papa?"

Approaching him, Perona has a slight shuffle to her walk. She's been through a bit since last they convened, but she's not too frightened or sad. Rather, she seems rather chipper.

With the softest of smiles she reaches both arms up. Tiny cleric would like uppies.

@eldenlordofdragons [Perona being illegally cute]

He paused what he was doing as soon as heard her chirp, glancing down in the direction he heard her from. His worn, scared features slowly carved a soft smile on his face upon seeing the little Perona walking up.

"Hello there, Lass." He greets her warmly. Upon her coming up to him with the gesture for uppies, he scooped her up into his palm and lifted her up far above the ground. Man, she really was tiny.

"Hath Geralt put a bug in thy mind to be lifted high off the ground, or art thou happy to see me?" He too seems chipper. Serosh is in good spirits too, immediately relishing Perona with boop from his cold snoot, following soft chuffs.

[thefirsteldenlord]

His gaze snaps towards Perona's, quickly scanning her new and more concerning appearance. Her appearance was... deeply concerning to him. It's like she just escaped a burning city, just making it with the clothes on her back.

"Lass? Where hath thou- Lass!" He was taken aback by her suddenly approaching to help. She may be a cleric, but he didn't expect her to know how to heal someone beyond a small physical wound.

However, he didn't stop her from trying to heal him. It was an intriguing sight. "Lass? What thou art doing? Doth thou know this man?"

Godfrey treaded up the stairs from the lower floor of the Roundtable Hold with "precious" cargo in his arms. Quite large, precious cargo in fact, as Master Ordovis lay limp in his arms, seemingly unconscious. His arm dangled as his head was moved post-collapse to lean against Godfrey's shoulder. Meanwhile, Serosh sat on Godfrey's back looking as sorrowful as ever, making pitiful mewls and rumbles.

Godfrey heads towards Fia's quarters, finding no one home upon walking through the door. He approached the bed that was far too small for Godw- Ordovis's large body. Upon gently laying him down, he took a chair that stood not that far from the foot of the bed and propped his feet up. At least his feet weren't dangling awkwardly off the foot of the bed or just sitting on the floor.

Godfrey carefully took off Ordovis' mask completely so he could properly breathe. Seeing his full face quietly confirmed some suspicions The First Elden Lord had about this mysterious man. He carefully laid a hand on Ordovis' forehead to check his temperature. Unfortunately, Godfrey was no doctor, so if he detected that Ordovis was not well, he would need help.

[thefirsteldenlord]

Serosh happily chows down on the treats as well as be can. Given that he's still a spectral being, the treats only go so far before they hit the floor.

Peronas explanation resonated with Godfrey. If that didn't scream that she was an orphan, he doesn't know what will. He knows that's a nasty habit orphan children can get. At least he knows he's not the only one.

But first, he'll correct her assumptions on Serosh.

"Serosh is a lion, little one. He cannot bark or meow, but he can giveth thee chuffs, mewls, and growls." He explains gently to her. Now onto the harder part.

"Not every man here may taketh kindly to being called papa. 'My lord' or 'sir' art more appropriate ways of referring to them, as they art thou senior. However, thou may still call me 'papa' if it brings thee comfort." He grants her that permission, even if it did make him uncomfortable. But he knows an inkling of how she's feeling now. Alone, scared, unsure of who to trust. 'Tis the life of an orphan, or any child with no stable home or family to lean on.

"..."

Approaching with a few little snacks hanging in a small bag on her hip, reaching up just like she did before. But now she can make noise... kind of.

"... Pa... Papa." She about-sputters. "Papa. Dog." Wanting to give Serosh pets.

@eldenlordofdragons [Perona] (Perona has never seen a dog)

Serosh was happy to accept more treats and cuddles, nudging his was closer to Perona to relish her with chuffs.

However, Godfrey was a tad bit stunned at her words. He knew she couldn't speak much, but he didn't take her as someone who may be well... like that.

"Papa...?" He was unsure of what to think of this situation.

[thefirsteldenlord]

"..."

Approaching with a few little snacks hanging in a small bag on her hip, reaching up just like she did before. But now she can make noise... kind of.

"... Pa... Papa." She about-sputters. "Papa. Dog." Wanting to give Serosh pets.

@eldenlordofdragons [Perona] (Perona has never seen a dog)

Serosh was happy to accept more treats and cuddles, nudging his was closer to Perona to relish her with chuffs.

However, Godfrey was a tad bit stunned at her words. He knew she couldn't speak much, but he didn't take her as someone who may be well... like that.

"Papa...?" He was unsure of what to think of this situation.

[thefirsteldenlord]

She stares up at him, red eyes wide with awe. Rather than the fear and anxiety those smaller than him would show, she has nothing but admiration for him. Had he been dressed in the clerical robes of home, she would have indeed hid from sight, but she's only ever seen him in legends. Though the poor girl couldn't read as well as most, she tried so hard just to learn of all he'd done.

Her head tilts in endearing curiosity, and a frail, snow white hand reaches up for him. She can't quite explain, let alone express, what she's asking of him - rather she's simply happy to behold him.

@eldenlordofdragons [Perona]

(They would eventually-)

He almost didn't notice the tiny frail girl close by. He would have simply passed her by if it weren't for Serosh alerting him of her presence with a gruff.

He turns his attention towards the young tarnished. Dear gods she must have been a baby, and Serosh probably noticed that too as he was more gentle than normal around her. Serosh gave her approaching hand a sniff. No ill intent? Good. He nuzzles into the tiny white hand, letting out a chuff.

"Thou been graced by Serosh's kindness. Thou should consider thyself lucky." There was a light smile that crawled on his face seeing Serosh enjoy himself. He's naturally more aloof to other people, only really reacting to other people if they pose a threat to Godfrey or say something blasphemous.

[deathblightprince]

"I see," He whispers back. "Very well." He looks towards a sofa within the corner of the room. While it wasn't much comfort physically, he could take a seat and let the little pepperoni nap on him while he reads.

He takes the book he was reading and pads towards the sofa. He takes great care as he sits to not stir the tired nugget. He allows her to adjust herself as needed when her weight is shifted to lean against his trunk, although he sort of expected her to curl up around his chest and neck like a cat. Once she was comfortable, he gently wrapped an arm around her. He leaned back slightly against a pillow, using his free hand to open the book once more and read it. Knowing himself, he won't last long sitting on this sofa. He's bound to fall asleep here while reading it.

"Winnie?"

Tugging on his robes to get his attention, Perona stands patiently at his side. Once she has his attention she tilts her head a bit, soon raising up her arms.

"... Up?" She asks. Little sister wants uppies.

@eldenlordofdragons [Perona for his serotonin]

Godwyn turned around to peer down at the little nugget. He had given up on the thought of how she could be getting in here. She's knows where he is and how to get there, and it looks like that's not going to change.

"Has father not been giving thee enough 'uppies' as of late?" He asked as he put the book he was reading down. Regardless of the answer, he would fulfill the request.

He leaned over and picked her up by her armpits. Effortlessly, he lifted her up so she could comfortably held with one arm and attached to the hip, like how a mother would carry her toddler.

"Thou'rt comfortable, yes?" He asks her before he picks his book back up to continue reading.