The trio sat on the couch just enjoying being together... In the beginning, he had no one... He didn't feel his family loved him, his world was small, and the sky really was the limit because it had a very obvious ceiling. Then, there was Amira, seduced by a being that could easily end his life with a mere flick of her wrist... And then she left him for reasons she never explained... Once again he was alone, exhausted, his view even smaller in his grieving anger and despair, having been transformed into a monster he believed himself to be with his vampirism. And then there was Silver... oh there was Silver... Lasting longer than Amira and displaying more than love on the bare basic levels, She was far more than what his FORMER elder sister had claimed mortals to be... Perhaps, back then on some levels, he might've believed the human-like races to be something to stomp under his boot. Perhaps on some level, he craved that domination and power that was hardwired into skull by simply BEING a Black-Hearth. For his entire life he suppressed it, believing himself better than that and on some occasions he came REALLY close to embodying what he was supposed to be but with Silver and now Amber there... They suppressed it even more.
The little ice dragon suppressed a giggle as he picked up on the little girl's stomach growl, covering his mouth with his hand in an effort to contain his glee. Obviously covering for Aeizith's snicker, The older half-elf promised her daughter that dinner would be ready any minute, then proposed they all head to the dining room. He raised his head off of his sweet Silver's shoulder, smiling at her softly. He couldn't think of another time he loved her more than he did right then. He didn't have an excuse for it... he just felt it...
"Y-yeah... let-" suddenly he was cut off as the half-elf pressed her lips against his, catching the dragon by surprise. His eyes widened, then slowly lowered and eventually closed, placing a hand on her cheek as if to hold her there for at least one second more. When she pulled away, the little ice dragon was smiling like an idiot, appearing almost drugged with how dreaming his grin was. Gods... every time he thought he couldn't love her any more, it gets shot to new heights.
What are you, Silver...? You're certainly not human... you're too perfect...
As the three got up from their seats to get some grub, something tickled the little ice dragon's fingers, almost as if something was pulling on them. He looked down and saw that instead of little Amber immediately running to her mother's side, she had chosen his hand to take. For what seemed like the hundreth time today, his heart melted in his chest and he gladly accepted the tiny palm, wrapping his fingers around it gently as the family made their way into the next room.
As they made their way into the dining room, Aeizith winced in surprise as Amber suddenly gripped his hand tighter, dragging it with her behind him as she stared out around his legs. Confused, he looked from her, then where she was looking, and his eyes fell on a handful of his assassins at the already full-table, all of them staring at their leader... and his (presumed (by them)) wife and child. Some of them laughed at the small girl's intimidation. Others smiled. Only one remained (at least in part) stoic, focusing on her food, and that was one who he wasn't on good terms with right now. His sanguine eyes would then flick over to Silver as she turned, sharing that same heart-melted expression that matched his emotions right now... Giving her only a wink as a warning, Aeizith suddenly reached over and scooped little Amber into his arms, holding her to his chest protectively, lovingly, holding her at such an angle she could turn away from the crowd if they made her uncomfortable.
In a few moments, the trio would sit down at the table, Aeizith at the head (as per the usual), Silver at his right and now Amber to his left, across from her, their plates already filled with a little of everything from the small feast in front of them, all home made. As Silver made idle conversation with Ms.not-so-stoic-anymore-assassin, Aeizith dug into his food if purely for the flavor and texture, stopping after a minute to see how his little girl was doing.
"S-so..." He began strongly after swallowing his food. "W-what do you t-think of all th-this...?" Of course, he was referring to the home she had, the assassins that would protect her until their dying breath, to the food on her table and the family she suddenly had today.