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fwishbone · 2 years
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star--joy · 1 year
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Pretend
In which Gwendolyn mimics her father, and Percy can't help but find it adorable.
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Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: None
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Originally posted: 12/3/22
Ao3 link: archiveofourown.org/works/43388748
A heavy sigh slips through Percy’s lips as he opens the door to his office, not even looking up from the letter sent to him by some diplomat from Syngorn. It’s a dreadfully boring thing, detailing useless information about the newest trade route that, frankly, Percy is struggling to care about. Gods, he needs a vacation. Perhaps he and Vex can sneak a trip to Zephrah soon. It would be nice to spend some time away with Vax and Keyleth.
His already drifting attention is fully snatched away by the sound of a stifled giggled from within his office. Percy snaps his head up. The sight presented to him is almost as baffling as it is adorable.
At his desk, Gwendolyn sits, lips pressed together to stop her laughter. To reach the tall desk, she’s stacked several thick, expensive tombs on Percy’s chair and sat atop them. Her form is positively drowning in one of his cloaks that has been repurposed as a blanket draped over her shoulders. A pair of spectacles made of wire and without lenses are sat on her face. On the desk lies a book about the history of Whitestone, and Gwendolyn appears to be reading it.
At least, she’s pretending to read it. The four-year-old can’t possibly begin to parse through the posh vocabulary, but she dutifully trails her finger along the words nonetheless, mouthing random shapes as if she’s whispering the text to herself.
Percy blinks. He doesn’t have any clue how to react to this display.
Gwennie looks up at him, clears her throat, and asks, “Can I help you?” Her efforts to sound professional are undermined by the way she can’t properly pronounce all her letters yet.
“Gwennie, what in Pelor’s name—” Percy begins, amused more than angry.
She shakes her head, bringing attention to her hair, and Percy could swear she’s covered the silky black strands in white chalk dust. “Nu uh. I’m not Gwennie. I’m Lord Percy.” Her legs are kicking gleefully under the desk.
Percy glances at the clock. Her lessons ended an hour ago, so she’s not skipping those. His office isn’t exactly off-limits, either, even though the children have an extensive playroom. And, yes, it’s discouraged for her to steal his coat and put chalk in her hair, but really, those are such small acts of disobedience that he doesn’t have it in him to be mad, or to deny her her game.
Especially when her game involves her mimicking him in such an adorable way.
“My apologies, Lord Percy,” he hums, folding the letter and slipping it in his pocket. “Are you working on something important?”
Gwennie grins. “Mh hm. Very important.” She gestures to the thick book on the desk as proof.
“Ah, I see. What are you reading?” Percy asks, approaching the desk to stand beside his daughter.
She looks down at the text, considering. “It’s about… um… dip-o-mats.”
Percy can’t stop his laughter. “Diplomats, dear,” he corrects her pronunciation, wiping some of the chalk out of her hair, careful to avoid the tender skin around her horns, which are just beginning to come in.
“Yep!” she agrees, despite having no idea what that word truly means. All she knows is that it sounds fancy and formal. “Like Mama! She’s a dip-lo-mat.”
It’s a bit surprising she even knows that much. “Indeed. So, what does this book say about diplomats?” Percy continues, pulling up a chair so he can sit beside Gwennie. Immediately, she chooses to forgo her own chair to clamber onto his lap. He doesn’t even care that the chalk covering her begins to transfer to his clothes.
“It says they’re really pretty, ‘cause Mama’s really pretty. And they’re super smart and cool.”
“Do you want to be a diplomat, Lord Percy?” he asks, tapping her nose to make her giggle and squirm.
“Nu uh. I’m a clock maker. I made this!” Gwennie insists, pointing to the bejeweled wrist-watch that her father had made her for her fourth birthday. “See? I even signed it!”
The writing she points to is not a signature, but an engraving of the words, ‘For Gwendolyn, my beloved daughter.’ Percy doesn’t have the heart to tell her that, though. “An admirable profession.”
Gwennie grins. “Mm hm. ‘Cause I’m super smart. Like you! Mama’s pretty and you’re smart.”
“And you are both,” Percy hums, adjusting his cloak as it tries to slip off her tiny shoulders. “My beautiful, brilliant girl. Did you make these glasses, darling?” he taps the wire spectacles on her face.
“Uncle Tary helped a little… but it was my idea!” Her pride shines through as she adjusts the faux-glasses to sit higher on her nose.
“A maker of clocks and glasses? My, aren’t you talented. What was the inspiration behind these?”
Gwennie throws her arms around his shoulders. “I just wanted to be like you, daddy.”
Oh, and that just makes him melt into something disgusting and gooey. Percy will never understand how he got so lucky to be blessed with Gwendolyn, or any of his children, but it’s a miracle he’ll cling to and appreciate with a fierce vigor. “You know, I’ll never complain about you playing pretend, dear, but I do like Gwennie far more than Lord Percy. And, ah, perhaps we should clean this chalk out of your hair before your mother sees it.”
“Too late,” the woman in question calls out, announcing her presence to the pair.
“Mama! Mama!” Gwennie calls out, clambering out of Percy’s lap so she can run up and bury herself in Vex’s poofy skirts. Vex smiles and meets her halfway, reaching down to lift Gwennie into her arms. 
“Have you been playing dress-up, darling?”
“Mm hm! I wanted to be like Daddy!” she says, reaching out for Percy and making grabby hands.
Percy follows her unspoken instructions, joining his girls and wrapping Vex in a hug that sandwiches Gwennie between them, much to the little girl’s delight. She shrieks in laughter, and it’s a sound sweeter than the finest bard’s lute.
“Well, you certainly look the part. Though, that cloak is a bit large for you. I think we’ll have to make you one of your own.”
That’s an idea, Percy thinks. He makes a mental note to reach out to the castle tailor soon. Vex sends him a knowing look, but he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed by appreciating his daughter’s adorable games.
Especially when Gwennie claps her hands together. “Can we? Please? Pleaseeeeee?”
“I’ll look into it,” Percy promises, finally parting himself from Vex’s embrace. “For now, I think it’s time to take a bath. Chalk isn’t typically supposed to go in hair.”
“Ten more minutes?” Gwennie asks, burrowing into her mother’s arms and batting her eyes at Percy.
With her, ‘ten more minutes’ really means at least an hour.
And yet, Percy is a weak, weak man, and really, what’s the harm in waiting a bit? “Alright. Ten more minutes.”
The speed at which he gave into her makes Vex roll her eyes, but she doesn’t overrule him. How can she, when Gwennie is already beaming with her success? “Thank you, Daddy! Mama, did you see my glasses? I made them!”
As his daughter dramatically explains her process of crafting the glasses and his wife listens along, smiling softly, Percy has never felt happier. 
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I saw people pointing out that the Tal’dorei campaign guide has Gwendolyn at around the age she is in c3 right now but it’s dated 10 years before c3, and i was confused by this too. I figured maybe matt fudged some ages cuz he wanted to showcase Percy being a big softie for an 8 year old.
but it just hit me, she’s of elven decent…like i immediately knew vex “looked” 30 but is in her late 50’s maybe 60’s, but it somehow didn’t occur to me that Gwendolyn, and by that metric all the De Rolo children, might ALSO be aging slower. Like, Vesper is in her 30’s (maybe late 20’s idk she’s roughly Beau’s age), but she might look like she’s in her early twenties or maybe even her mid-late teens. idk how does quarter elf aging work? (i know matt called the twins, Wolfe and Leona, Half-elves but whatever). It’s fully possible the Gwendolyn we’re seeing is in her teens but only looks 6-8.
(i know that according to official d&d lore elves, and by proxy half elves, are supposed to age like humans till maturity then slow down…but that makes absolutely no sense to me)
idk has matt talked anywhere about how elf/half elf aging (both before maturity and in general) work in Exandria specifically?
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rightpastnowhere · 2 years
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annnnnd finally, the last of the headcanons for @essayofthoughts !! sorry it’s taken five years lol
gwendolyn de rolo
sexuality headcanon: idk yet!! we only know her as a baby and i don’t really ever get vibes from kiddos. 
favorite ship(s): again!! idk!! we haven’t seen much of her other than that she’s precious, and idk who the kids her age are??? idk
brotp: i love the idea that she and vax ii are like,,, best friends. they seem to be the closest in age, so i imagine they’d grow up a bit closer than they are to the rest of the siblings. they seem to be the gentlest of the kiddos just from their demeanor in the portrait, so i imagine they’d just bond over being similar?? idk. i also think vesper is fiercely protective of gwen. she doesn’t face too much adversity - vex and percy and cass, too, make sure of that - but there’s a couple of assholes here and there, moreso when they travel. and vesper will just stick to gwen’s side - she’s got a lil bit of clout as the “angel-blessed de rolo”, and uses it to be more persuasive, or just as intimidation. no one gets to fuck with her baby siblings. 
notp: don’t ship her with her siblings?? i guess???? again, shipping opinions usually require more content for me to make
happy headcanon: she has a dream for a while as a kid of being a skyship pirate. this is after vex takes her up on the broom (it’s a tradition for the kids, they fly very slowly and very safely, percy designs a special seat for them), and takes gwen to see the skyship port that i think whitestone has idk (if not then they just see a skyship at some point. work with me here). and gwen, who’s already been on the cusp of a pirate phase, decides she wants to fly forever. and she wants to be a pirate because they sound so cool!!! but don’t worry, she’s gonna be a good pirate. the bestest pirate ever. she’s gonna go help people!! cause that’s what good pirates do!!! (leona tries to cut in that that’s not what pirates do but vesper elbows her in the ribs.) after that she forces her siblings to play sky pirates with her, all the time. no one can say no to her. trinket is the skyship.
angsty headcanon: she’s a good kid by nature, but as she grows older she gets this... pressure to be good, to stay good. never from her parents, not directly, although their offhanded comments on her being such an angel compared to their siblings factor in a little, so unintentionally. but after being the “sweet” one for so long, after hearing compliments and praise from tutors and workers in the castle and family friends, it sort of becomes... ingrained in her that she’s “the good kid”. she’s afraid to get into trouble or mischief, not only because of consequences, but this fear that she’ll be acting out of place. and as her siblings grow up and start having their own issues - vesper with some separation anxiety (born in the midst of all of that trauma, and then dalen’s closet), the twins’ self esteem issues, vax’s anxieties (these are all headcanons btw), she feels pressured to not bring up her own issues. after all, she’s the good kid. she’s the easy kid. she’s supposed to balance out her siblings, right? so she stays out of trouble while her siblings cause her parents stress. she keeps quiet about her own issues so she’s not adding to their burdens. they’re not that bad, anyway. they’re not as bad. right?
random headcanon: her tail!! is incredibly expressive!!! much more so than typical tieflings. because her family is the Fucking Best and whitestone doesn’t tolerate intolerance, she’s never felt pressured to repress the tiefling aspects of herself. so her tail waves back and forth when she’s happy, thrashes low to the ground when she’s angry, and the tip will kind of twitch back and forth like a little pendulum when she’s antsy or excited but trying not to be too expressive about it, kind of like bouncing on your toes. she ALSO incorporates it into hugs all the time, but especially when someone is feeling extra sad or insecure. it’s a little lifeline of support!! and love!!! and when she’s feeling anxious herself, she’ll wrap it around arms or legs, or around her own wrists, and people always use it as a sign to give her big hugs or ask what’s wrong.
general opinion: WHEN I SAW HER IN THE DE ROLO PORTRAIT MY FATE WAS SEALED. I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND I WILL LOVE HER UNTIL THE END OF DAYS
i can’t believe it. everyone who wrote a tiefling baby rolo wins, actually, congrats to all of you. AND SHE’S THE SWEETEST!! SHE’S THE BABY!! she gets everything she wants. her hand might be wrapped around her dad’s finger, but it’s percy who’s wrapped around her finger. he couldn’t be happier. i also think it’s good that she’s the baby - percy is probably far enough removed from All That Shit that he can only see gwen as a blessing. he probably actually laughs about, because when vox machina comes to see her, they all just turn to slowly look at percy. and he fucking loses it. but regardless, gwen is just a sign that, despite all of his past mistakes, he’s alive. he’s alive and he has a family, and those past mistakes very well may be the reason he’s gotten to this point in his life. and he wouldn’t trade his life, or any of his children, for the world.
to summarize: holy shit i love gwendolyn de rolo
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blackveine · 1 year
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Language: English
Chapters: 1/1
Words: 1368
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series), The Legend Of Vox Machina (Cartoon)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M, Gen
Relationships: Percival “Percy” Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Vex’ahlia, Gwendolyn Zahra Melanie Von Musel de Rolo & Percival “Percy” de Rolo III
Character(s): Percival “Percy” Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Vex’ahlia, Johanna de Rolo, Cassandra de Rolo, Gwendolyn Zahra Melanie Von Musel de Rolo, Vesper Elaina de Rolo | Percy and Vex’ahlia’s Child
Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Bittersweet, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Percival “Percy” de Rolo III Needs A Hug, Family Feels, Canon - Critical Role and The Legend of Vox Machina Combination, Do Not Post To Another Site
Summary: Gwendolyn and her father sit down to read a book.
She had no idea how oddly healing it was for her father to perform such a simple action.
Or, Percy finds the book he and his mother read before the Briarwood attack.
*The author of this fic can be found here on tumblr! If you liked their fic like I did, why not go give them some love @thathcwriter / @ghostofwhitestone?*
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pyrotechnicdarts · 1 year
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btw if the tlovm finale doesnt end with a future montage where we get to see little gwen i will riot
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Gwendolyn Zahra Melanie von Musel de Rolo!!!
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littlebosslady7 · 7 months
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Chapters: 3/6 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series), The Legend of Vox Machina (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Vex'ahlia, Scanlan Shorthalt/Pike Trickfoot, Zahra Hydris/Kashaw Vesh Characters: Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Vesper Elaina de Rolo | Percy and Vex'ahlia's Child, Cassandra de Rolo, Wolfe Kristoff de Rolo, Grog Strongjaw, Leona Pike de Rolo, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Vax'ildan Frederick de Rolo, Keyleth (Critical Role), Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Gwendolyn Zahra Melanie Von Musel de Rolo, Zahra Hydris, Kashaw Vesh, Deanna Leimert, Wilhand'ildan Shorthalt, Juniper Shorthalt, Velora Vessar Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Feels, Temporary Character Death, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Humor, Minor Original Character(s), Lifespan Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff and Humor, Spoilers for Campaign 3 (Critical Role), Minor Spoilers Series: Part 36 of D's Critical Role Stories Chapter Summary: Percy decided to hang up the Plague Doctor Mask in his office at Castle Whitestone. He did so with Vex and Vesper at his side. The de Rolos rediscovered how places and things could take on different meanings over time.
For @percahliaweek Day 3- Mask
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Vex took two long strides over to her husband. Her eyes scanned over him from head to toe. Nothing seemed amiss, though his white beard was a tad scragglier in these later seasonal months. “Percival, darling, how are you?” He shrugged, brow crinkled at her odd immediate concern, “Fine. What has you so worried, Vex’ahlia?” She stood up on her tip toes and asked in a whisper only audible to him, “It’s just the reveal of that horrid mask that gave me quite a fright. Does a demon have possession of you again? Orthax or-or Ipkesh?” Gods, her husband had a wretched penchant for making deals with creepy dwellers in numerous levels of the Hells. Percy vowed, “The sole beings, who are allowed to have possession of my heart and soul are your and our children, Wife. I swear to you.”
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Fanfiction Recommendations: Camp Wildemount by cashewvesh
A very cute summer camp AU where the mighty nien are the teenage camp counselors and the bells hells are the campers! So far it only has one chapter but I think it's really cute so I think it is still worth checking out even if it's never updates.
There's also some small shipping even in this first chapter and it stays very sweet about it. The only Trigger Warning (Spoilers ahead) I would put is that there's some small transphobia that's mentioned and that Trent Ikithon is mentioned in one line. After that it's all fluff really.
Of course there's only one chapter as of the time of posting, so that's all this post covers.
Tags and summary from the fic below!
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast, Beauregard Lionett/Yasha, Yeza Brenatto/Nott | Veth Brenatto Characters: Caleb Widogast, Jester Lavorre, Beauregard Lionett, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Caduceus Clay, Fjord (Critical Role), Nott | Veth Brenatto, Yasha (Critical Role), Imogen Temult, Laudna (Critical Role), Fresh Cut Grass (Critical Role), Ashton Greymoore, Fearne Calloway, Orym (Critical Role), Dorian Storm, Chetney Pock O'Pea, Cyrus Wyvernwind, Ariks Eshteross, Essek Thelyss, Verin Thelyss, Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Keyleth (Critical Role), Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Grog Strongjaw, Vesper Elaina de Rolo | Percy and Vex'ahlia's Child, Leona Pike de Rolo, Wolfe Kristoff de Rolo, Vax'ildan Frederick de Rolo, Gwendolyn Zahra Melanie Von Musel de Rolo, Wilhand'ildan Shorthalt, Juniper Shorthalt, Kaylie Shorthalt Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Summer Camp, Modern Era, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Bells Hells as kids, I got inspired by a TDP art piece and wrote… this, Internalized Transphobia, because Dorian’s parents suck Summary:
The fic is exactly as the title and tags say: a summer camp in Wildemount! The Mighty Nein are teenagers and camp counselors, while Bells Hells are kids attending the camp. Chetney is just the grumpy old man in the woods — don’t worry about it!
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apricotsndots · 2 years
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"Is your tiefling sibling in the head-butting and furniture gouging phase of their childhood? Let me introduce you to marshmallows!!" -Leona de Rolo, probably
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tiefbeef · 2 years
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I just really love the hair things that are going on with the de Rolo children? And I’m surprised no one’s talking about it?
Vesper - white hair, like her father
Wolfe and Leona - brown hair, like their father and Aunt Cassandra were born with
Vax’ildan - black hair, like his mother and his namesake, Uncle Vax’ildan
Gwendolyn - black hair like her mother and Uncle Vax’ildan… and the ends are the same white of her father’s hair
There’s just something about Gwendolyn being a tiefling looking like neither of her parents and yet having BOTH of their hair colors that’s so pleasing to me.
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fwishbone · 2 years
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together ♡
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uselessgaywhovian · 2 years
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do you think Vex and Percy already had the name in mind for Gwendolyn, or did they look at this infant tiefling and go "This one. This one gets the biggest fucking name we can give her."
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@mrsmarymorstan already said it in the tags of the other post but i definitely subscribe to the idea that the denizens of whitestone think that tiefling baby gwen is zahra's child given-
1. whitestone is made up of mostly humans who i doubt know much about tieflings & where they come from
2. the details of percy's demonic dealings are probably not common knowledge
-like coming from that angle & noticing that vex & zahra are quite close & that zahra spends a lot of time in whitestone & the baby is named after zahra.............I Know What I Would Think
percy treating gwen no differently than the other children would dispell any Bad Vibes about this (& also i think vex is pretty popular with the people).... but they would for sure treat it like an open secret
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icedancer487 · 2 years
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Gwendolyn’s horns
My own personal head cannon regarding when Gwendolyn’s horns start breaking in. Poor Vex and Percy thought that teething was going to be a challenge with their children, but when little Gwen’s horns finally start breaking through the top of her head around 3 or 4, that ‘s a whole other pain they have to deal with. Either Percy or Vex would lay in bed during the day holding and comforting the crying tiefling as she clutches her head in pain, trying whatever method Zahra advised them to try to lessen her pain. Nighttime for a while would consist of Gwen sleeping in their room, as she as to deal with constant headaches from the growing horns. Both parents, especially Percy, wish they could take the pain from their poor baby.
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I know this might be a bit of an ask but could u write something with Aunt Kiki and Percy and Vex’s kids? Maybe she is controlling the weather or maybe they ask her about something? Some nice fluff for our Keyleth who deserves better
Keyleth adjusts her hold on Gwendolyn, the little baby babbling and shoving the ends of Keyleth's hair into her mouth. Keyleth sighs, but after having helped raise four of Vex and Percy's kids, she doesn't mind. Ahead of her, the rest of the de Rolo kids run out into the gardens.
Keyleth feels a rush of affection at all of them. She watches Vesper hoist Dan up onto her shoulders, her little brother laughing wildly as she starts running. Wolfe follows behind them, rolling his sleeves up above his elbows. But Leona sticks close to her aunt. Out of all of them, Leona is the most drawn to Keyleth. Her hair is always wild and tangled, most of her clothes are grass and mud stained and she has a perpetual sun burn on her cheeks.
"Aunt Kiki?" Leona asks. "Do you think you could make it rain?"
Keyleth smiles, "I could, but I don't think your siblings would appreciate that." She nods to where Vesper and Wolfe are sprinting through the gardens, Dan still being toted around by his sister.
Leona frowns, "What about just on me?"
Keyleth looks over at her and Leona gives her the biggest puppy eyes. Keyleth smiles, "Only if you promise that you'll dry off as soon as it's over. I don't want you getting sick on my watch."
"I promise!" Leona tells her loudly. "Please, please, please Aunt Keyleth?"
She smiles and supports Gwendolyn with one hand as she waves her hand and summons a little rain cloud above the girl's head. Leona shrieks in excitement as rain begins to fall on her. She thanks Keyleth over and over as she sprints off and joins her siblings.
Keyleth sighs fondly and looks down at Gwen, "Your siblings are surely something." The baby gurgles and starts munching on Keyleth's hair again. "You're going to be the most trouble, aren't you?" As if agreeing, Gwen claps her hands together with a squeal.
"Aunt Kiki!" She looks up and sees Leona tackling her twin into a hug, subsequently drenching him in the rain that surrounds her. Wolfe cries out in indignation. "She's getting me all wet!"
Keyleth gives Leona a look, "Don't make me get your mother."
Leona groans and lets go of him, not that it matters much, Wolfe is already soaked. Vesper and Dan are laughing at the twins, Dan excitedly tapping on the top of Vesper's head. Keyleth smiles and walks towards them. She tries to extract her hair from Gwen's, but the baby has a very tight grip on it.
"Can I take her?" Vesper asks, walking up to Keyleth, Dan still sitting on her shoulders.
Keyleth nods and looks up at Dan, "Want to come over here?"
The boy nods with a huge grin as Keyleth passes Gwen to Vesper. Dan swings down from Vesper's shoulders and walks over to Keyleth, taking her hand shyly. Vesper starts walking off, talking quietly to the baby. Off in the distance, Leona once again tackles Wolfe, both of them instantly soaking wet and muddy.
Keyleth sighs and decides to give up on trying to wrangle the two of them. She's their aunt after all, she's supposed to let them get away with things. Keyleth looks down at Dan. "You want to play?" He shrugs and leans on her leg. Keyleth drops one hand on to the bad of his head. "What's wrong, Birdie?" She asks, using the affection name all of the family has been using since his birth. "You were just having fun with Vesper."
He nods again, but doesn't smile.
Keyleth crouches down to his height. She lifts one hand and summons a flurry of snow which she packs into a ball and hands to the boy. He takes it gingerly and looks at Keyleth mischievously. "Who do you want to get?" Keyleth asks him secretively.
"'Ona," he says just as softly.
Keyleth nods with a smirk and starts leading him towards Leona. The twins are still chasing each other through the gardens, Leona trying her best to get her brother. Keyleth hoists Dan up and points to where Leona is starting to run by them. He giggles excitedly and starts to aim. As she tears by and Dan releases the snow ball, Keyleth casts a spell, helping Dan's aim and the snowball hits Leona right in the back.
The girl shrieks at the cold and bursts out in laughter, suddenly turning towards Dan and Keyleth. And she starts running towards them, the rain following her. Keyleth fake gasps and tells Dan, "We have to run!"
Dan starts running as he laughs, Keyleth starts following him. The laughter of all of the de Rolo children fills the garden and from and upstairs window, Vex and Percy look down at their children and Keyleth with fond smiles.
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