so…i was writing something for a drabble (which feels like I might end up turning it into a full-on fic, even if there is the possibility of it to be uncompleted,,,) but i was wondering if this was er…okay?
“You’ll be safe here,” a tall blonde man murmurs to the boy who was sleeping unrestfully in his arms. He moves tufts of blonde hair from the child’s face, before turning to look at the mortal in front of him. “He will be safe here, won’t he?”
The mortal, a middle-aged lady with black-graying hair, nods and smiles. There is something off, something sinister about the smile, but the blonde man doesn’t notice this. “Don't worry, sir. The child will be perfectly safe at our orphanage. I can promise you that he'll be absolutely happy here."
The man hesitates for a moment, before nodding and handing over the child to the matron. If he had known the things that would befall his son in that orphanage, he wouldn’t have handed him over.
But as it was, there were things that were hidden, even to the god of prophecy.