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Should we do when Alvors older? Oh! I have an idea!//
Should we do when Alvors older? Oh! I have an idea!//
(Cool :D Do you want to start it out again or shall I?)
Either is fine!//
(Sorry I disappeared for a few days, um, could you start? Sorry, I’m not feeling creative at all)
(Sure. Do we wanna skip to when Alvors a bit older and maybe do his story, or we could continue from where we are?)
(How about we skip a little bit to when Alvor’s older?)
Okie//
Alvor rushed through the door, giggling loudly. "Dad! Papa! I'm home!" He calls. Halo looks up and smiles. "Hey there bud." Alvor was now at the age of 13, rambunctious, excited and curious about everything. His wings had grown and now trialed behind hi. When he walked, they were long and much like a Ravens. His hair had grown and became a darker brown, his heterochromia eyes filled with excitement.
John smiled at Alvor joyfully, just so proud to be able call this kid his son. The past eight years of his life had been wonderful, having Alvor and Halo with him. His flashblacks had faded off within the first year they had Alvor, and now they were just a distant memory.
Alvor giggles and tackles John with a hug before hugging Halo. "It was so cool! I saw a flying toad!" He giggles before sitting on the couch. "And Maria managed to make a flower grow! It was a blue rose! It was super pretty!" He smiles as he looks at his parents.
John smiled brightly, “A flying toad? And a blue rose?” John sat beside Alvor on the couch, “Now that’s incredible! And where on earth did you see that?” John asked with a grin, just happy that his son was so happy.
"In the market when I was getting the milk." He giggles and hands Halo the bottles. Halo smiled and ruffled his hair gently. "Sounds like quite the adventure." He says as he puts the foods away and goes to sit beside John, resting his head on John's shoulder.
(Pssst
Um, hi. I’m back. How have things been lately?
Also, I’d love to continue or reboot this if you wanted to maybe?)
Oh my god! Welcome back! I would love to continue, sorry. I just got back myself. //
(Really? lol, well then welcome back to you too :) I absolutely loved this roleplay, I’m happy to continue it :D )
John smiled proudly at Alvor, “Well you’re my little adventurer, aren’t you,” He grinned as he rested his head against Halo’s softly. This couldn’t be better. He loved Alvor and Halo so much. They filled his heart with joy every single day.
Halo smiled proudly at his son as he rested beside his husband. This is what he really loved about life. Having a family. He kissed John's cheek lovingly as he watched Alvor grab his sketchbook before scurrying over to his fathers and settling on their laps.
John kissed Halo’s cheek in reply, grinning happily at him. He wrapped one arm around his husband’s waist, another around Alvor as soon as he sat down. “Ooo, can I see?” John smiled as he looked at Alvor with his sketchbook.
Alvor nods excitedly and opens the sketch book, showing a page of their family. John, and Alvor sitting on John's shoulder while Halo stood beside John. The picture was well drawn, and careful crafted. The 13 year old looked at his dad's and grinned.
John smiled warmly, a sparkly feeling in his chest. This family was perfect, just the way Alvor drew it. “I love it, Alvor.” He kissed Alvor on the forehead, “You’re a very amazing artist.”
Alvor smiled. "Thank you papa." He says happily, snuggling into their laps more. He looked rather pleased with himself. Halo smiled softly and kissed his husband before wrapping an arm around Alvor. "Indeed… It's very well done." He chuckles.
(What do you think should happen next? I’m not feeling super creative now oof)
(oof mood… uh… let me look up some ideas)
(What if Alvor got really sick?)
(Oh my gosh yes that would be so good yet terrible lol)
(Lol)
It had been quiet that night going to sleep. But around midnight Hallo bolted up from his bed, his eyes searching the room. There was stifled crying and he shot out of bed and into Alvors room. He inhales sharply as he rushed to the bedside and insects his son.. He had a high fever. "John!" He cries desperately.
John slowly lifted his head, grogginess dragging him down. “…What?” John mumbled, sitting up. But then the panic in Halo’s voice and the sniffling registered in him, and he was quickly on his feet, “Halo? Alvor?” He quickly made his way into Alvor’s room, “What’s going on, what’s wrong?”
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