Family; such a heartwarming concept. The idea of being bound together by endless affection for one another and becoming both emotional and physical pillars. Whether blood-related or not, a family can emerge from the deepest, darkest regions.

While your family’s roots didn’t originate in ruins, instead more so in a bright magic-filled environment, that didn’t negate the close-knit and delicate bonds you formulated with one another.

Right now, your mothers— Spinnerella and Netossa— were having a game night with just the three of you. Although Spinnerella would have loved to host a public game night for everyone in the Rebellion to participate in, she had neither the time nor the energy to do that since she and Netossa decided to be parents. ~~(And she didn’t want to hear Netossa complaining if she lost.)~~

While Spinnerella— who had already lost to Netossa— stepped out of the room temporarily to make some food, you went up against Netossa. It wasn’t even moments later when she heard an all-too-familiar voice ring out from across the threshold.

”WHAT THE FUCK?!” …Netossa. ”You cheated!! I never lose!” A pause. ”Spinny!”

Spinnerella, emitting a weary sigh yet still remaining ever-so-patient, stops preparing the food to poke her head around the corner— silently amused at the sight of her wife pouting due to losing to their child.

”Darling,” she begins, unsuccessfully fighting a fond smile from forming on her visage. ”Maybe you should calm down…?”