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*It has been 2 months since Inigo was born and Angelus has passed leaving her son motherless and her love in mourning. Infant Inigo has not cried, smiled or even made a single sound once since he was born as if feeling his father’s pain and knowing someone important was missing but unable to figure out who or what this person is. Miser has visited his wife’s grave every day since she passed, begging for forgiveness and her return, often falling asleep in front of it in exhaustion and depression, leaving it only to eat and feed his silent infant son*
Miser: *Sits in front of Angelus’s grave, staring at it and weeping silently* Angelus….please…..come home…..I am waiting for you still…..I do not know how to raise a baby….please come back to me….I cannot live without you….*Hangs his head, his tears hitting her grave* No…..what am I saying…? You are dead because of me…..Inigo is motherless because of me…..because I was too weak to hide the pain of my curse from you....you are dead because I killed you….
*Two hours go by before Miser slowly gets to his feet and stands, walking back into his cave home and into his room where a crib with an infant Inigo sleeps inside*
*Miser walks over to a small table that has various supplies on it, including a pitcher of what appears to be some form of cow milk, a pitcher of water and a two bowls, one filled with sugar another empty. Miser grabs the empty bowl filling it with the milk then uses the heat of his fire ability to boil the milk. After boiling the milk he adds a small amount of sugar and a bit of water to dilute the milk a bit before testing the heat of the milk and picking his infant son up*
Miser: Inigo….wake up, it is time to eat…
Inigo: *Opens his eyes a little and looks at Miser*
Miser: *Holds the bowl carefully to Inigo’s mouth* Drink slowly….I know you don’t like the taste but…..your mother is not here to properly feed you….*A few tears run down his face* and this is all I can offer until you can chew…
*Inigo puts his small hands to the bowl and drinks the makeshift formula slowly before looking up at his father and noticing his tears*
Miser: Keep drinking Inigo…..you will never grow if you do not eat…
*Inigo drinks a bit more before finishing*
Miser: *Sets the bowl on the floor then sits on his bed holding Inigo, tears running down his face*
*Inigo looks up at his father, noticing the tears and reaches his tiny hands out to Miser’s hand and pulls it close to him and closing his eyes as if trying to comfort his father and say “I love you and everything will be alright”*
Miser: *Eyes widen but then smiles slightly* Thank you Inigo….
*Inigo opens his eyes and notices Miser smiling and then for the first time in his new life Inigo smiles as well even making a few happy baby babbles*
Miser: *Smiles wider becoming teary eyed not from pain but from joy* Thank you Inigo *Pulls Inigo close and hugs him* you are the only piece of Angelus I have left and a wonderful gift from Lord Vires. I love you, my son
Miser: *Sits in front of Angelus’s grave, staring at it and weeping silently* Angelus….please…..come home…..I am waiting for you still…..I do not know how to raise a baby….please come back to me….I cannot live without you….*Hangs his head, his tears hitting her grave* No…..what am I saying…? You are dead because of me…..Inigo is motherless because of me…..because I was too weak to hide the pain of my curse from you....you are dead because I killed you….
*Two hours go by before Miser slowly gets to his feet and stands, walking back into his cave home and into his room where a crib with an infant Inigo sleeps inside*
*Miser walks over to a small table that has various supplies on it, including a pitcher of what appears to be some form of cow milk, a pitcher of water and a two bowls, one filled with sugar another empty. Miser grabs the empty bowl filling it with the milk then uses the heat of his fire ability to boil the milk. After boiling the milk he adds a small amount of sugar and a bit of water to dilute the milk a bit before testing the heat of the milk and picking his infant son up*
Miser: Inigo….wake up, it is time to eat…
Inigo: *Opens his eyes a little and looks at Miser*
Miser: *Holds the bowl carefully to Inigo’s mouth* Drink slowly….I know you don’t like the taste but…..your mother is not here to properly feed you….*A few tears run down his face* and this is all I can offer until you can chew…
*Inigo puts his small hands to the bowl and drinks the makeshift formula slowly before looking up at his father and noticing his tears*
Miser: Keep drinking Inigo…..you will never grow if you do not eat…
*Inigo drinks a bit more before finishing*
Miser: *Sets the bowl on the floor then sits on his bed holding Inigo, tears running down his face*
*Inigo looks up at his father, noticing the tears and reaches his tiny hands out to Miser’s hand and pulls it close to him and closing his eyes as if trying to comfort his father and say “I love you and everything will be alright”*
Miser: *Eyes widen but then smiles slightly* Thank you Inigo….
*Inigo opens his eyes and notices Miser smiling and then for the first time in his new life Inigo smiles as well even making a few happy baby babbles*
Miser: *Smiles wider becoming teary eyed not from pain but from joy* Thank you Inigo *Pulls Inigo close and hugs him* you are the only piece of Angelus I have left and a wonderful gift from Lord Vires. I love you, my son
This is just a little story I thought I'd make explaining how Miser recovered (At least enough to where he could function) after his wife died and how even Inigo wasn't his loveable self and realized that someone important was missing and saw his father's pain. (Which is why when normal babies cry he was silent) Anyway enjoy and tell me what you think ^^
And as for the make of the "Makeshift" baby formula. I tried to do some research about what father's fed their babies if the mother died back in Greek and Roman times or any time before store bought formula existed. Most articles said wet nurses which wouldn't work here, but a few mentioned animal milk, like cow or goat milk, and one did mention boiling and diluting it with water as well as adding a bit of sugar so that's where I got the idea for this makeshift formula, just in case anyone was wondering.
And as for the make of the "Makeshift" baby formula. I tried to do some research about what father's fed their babies if the mother died back in Greek and Roman times or any time before store bought formula existed. Most articles said wet nurses which wouldn't work here, but a few mentioned animal milk, like cow or goat milk, and one did mention boiling and diluting it with water as well as adding a bit of sugar so that's where I got the idea for this makeshift formula, just in case anyone was wondering.
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