Darim had told himself on the way towards his father and brother that he wasn't going to do anything that might embarrass them, or show any signs of childishness now that he was in training and on the path towards becoming an Assassin. He was nine years old now, almost ten, and it would be shameful to behave like a little boy.
But then his father opened his arms to him, and suddenly it was all Darim could do not to cry but instead through his arms around his father's waist and hug him fiercely, pressing his face against the rough, dusty robes he wore and screwing his eyes tightly shut. There had been whispers that something had gone wrong in Constantinople, surely the Master should be back by now, why was it taking so long? Darim had played them off, had told Sef that it was nonsense when his little brother would lie awake in their room whispering questions. They never talked about them around Mama. Darim knew she missed Baba more than she would tell him and Sef because she would grow quiet sometimes for no reason, and then when he would go to wish her goodnight sometimes he would find her wearing father's undershirts. She would always tell him not to worry and hug him especially tight before sending him off to bed with a kiss on the forehead.
Some nights he and Sef would climb into bed with her because Sef was worried she was lonely.
But now that was all forgotten, and Baba was home. They didn't have to worry about never seeing him again now.
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Date: 2014-05-12 11:24 pm (UTC)But then his father opened his arms to him, and suddenly it was all Darim could do not to cry but instead through his arms around his father's waist and hug him fiercely, pressing his face against the rough, dusty robes he wore and screwing his eyes tightly shut. There had been whispers that something had gone wrong in Constantinople, surely the Master should be back by now, why was it taking so long? Darim had played them off, had told Sef that it was nonsense when his little brother would lie awake in their room whispering questions. They never talked about them around Mama. Darim knew she missed Baba more than she would tell him and Sef because she would grow quiet sometimes for no reason, and then when he would go to wish her goodnight sometimes he would find her wearing father's undershirts. She would always tell him not to worry and hug him especially tight before sending him off to bed with a kiss on the forehead.
Some nights he and Sef would climb into bed with her because Sef was worried she was lonely.
But now that was all forgotten, and Baba was home. They didn't have to worry about never seeing him again now.
"We missed you, Baba."