HOLD ON LOOSELY ☆ roxanne

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Kal and Brunhild had always managed to make Roan feel safe, no matter the circumstances. Although he hadn't been alive for long, the child appreciated the feeling of warmth and safety that the two large beasts brought with them, and had appreciated it ever since he had just been a tiny little ball of fluff, staring up at them with wide newly opened eyes. In fact, Kal and Brunhild were part of the reason that Roan knew how dearly beloved he was by his mother. After all, it was obvious in his eyes just how much Rox loved her two crocodiles, almost as if they were her own children as well, and to let them out of her sight in order to protect him? It took not only a lot of trust in them, but also a lot of love for the subject of their protection. Of course, this was only a small fraction of the ways that Roan knew his mother loved him. It wasn't as if the larger feline ever attempted to hide her love for her child, whether it be the way she woke him up every morning with a soft smile and a warm buenos diaz, or the way that she constantly showered him in small gifts that the child could truly appreciate. Roan, of course, didn't know about his mother's past experiences with poor parenthood, or really anything that had happened to her before he had been around scampering underneath her paws, but if he had he would've been so overjoyed, as well as proud of her. After all, when you grew up with at least one of your parents not really caring about you, it was easy to fall into the same patterns, and could lead to a vicious cycle. Instead, however, Roxanne had gone the complete opposite direction, and had made sure that her child would feel nothing but loved for his entire life.

Roan was similarly always glad when his mother was around, not only because she had been practically the only person he had been around for four months, but also because she was just that good of a mama. His heart always soared when he was around her, and it always felt like nothing bad could happen to him as long as he was at her side, which was mostly true, considering the lengths that Roxanne would go to in order to protect him. When his mother puffed up in pride, a small smile coming to her muzzle, Roan felt an identical although slightly larger grin spread across his own face, his voice coming out in a happy squeak as he let his aqua colored eyes rake over the house again, "It looks amazing, mama! I really love all of it... everything looks so nice and comfy!" Sure, to Rox there were parts of this home that would probably never bring anything but pain and sadness hidden away, but to Roan? All his home represented was safety and laughter, along with the gentle loving touches of his mother and the nuzzles to his head. It seemed impossible for Roan to feel any sort of depression within his beloved home, and if it ever did happen, it probably wouldn't be for a very, very long time.

Smiling happily, the kit allowed his paws to travel over nearly every surface in his new play area, his curiosity driving him to feel everything and familiarize himself with it as most kids did. Luckily for Roxanne, he was past the phase where he had been biting down or attempting to stuff anything in his mouth that he could in order to understand it – although that had led to some pretty comical moments, considering how small the poor boy's mouth was. In the midst of his exploring, however, he heard his mother's soothing voice again, the older feline telling him about how he might get his own little hideout one day. Looking up, his voice seemed to turn a touch breathless, his eyes grown wide, "My own hideout...? Really? That would be so cool! I could make stuff in it, and play games, and hang out with Kal and Brunhild... or even other kids, if I meet some I wanna play with." He smiled crookedly at this, his eyes faintly glittering. He had no idea that his mother was planning on actually making him such a thing, but that didn't mean that the child couldn't fantasize about it.