#there's an irony in baby eros hating high collars and adult eros always wearing them or jewelry that covers his neck

[draconicfool]

@shallliveoninsong asked: 📼

"Sit there, Amatus, okay? Daddy's jus' doin' this reaaaal quick-."

Alexi's voice was a soft hum as he adjusted the camera. Wanting to get the positioning and the timer just right. Wanting the perfect picture for one of their first. Well, one of the first planned photos. And the small boy was sitting there quite confused. Not that he'd never had a picture taken, but this was the first time Alexi had him dressed up even slightly. As dressed up as they could get down here, he supposed.

His little head tilted as he puffed his cheeks out. Finding he didn't like how high the collar of his shirt was. Or the jacket he was made to wear. He hated all of it, actually. But he wanted to behave for his father, so he'd try to sit still.

It was a gorgeous picture, so Alexi thought. A nice snapshot of their family, even if it was just the two of them. Even if almost immediately his little boy was trying to dart out of his chair and pull off all the things he hated to wear. How Alexi was trying to get after him and pick up those discarded pieces of clothing.

"Y'er gonna catch a cold--! Amatus Bahre, this ain't funny-." Even if he was laughing. And then he'd pick the boy up in his arms and nuzzle against him. Rubbing his beard against the boy's cheek as the vidyadhara giggled.

"Daddyyyy~! Itchy!"

"Well maybe if y'let me put y'er clothes back on, we wouldn't be havin' this issue, huh~?"

"Y-Y'er beard is always itchy, Daddy!"

"Eh- point proven, I s'ppose. But let's go get y'dressed, hm~? We c'n find those shorts y'like now that they're clean."

"Mhm! Mhm!"

"Alright, let's go find 'em..~."

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