#actually more like an unfinished script for a zahragumi fancomic

[yuzokasu]

Guy enters the nursery. “There you are.”

Citron looks up from where he leans his head on the crib. He flashes Guy a smile.

“Your afternoon lessons will begin in fifteen minutes,” Guy tells him, walking towards him. “You have to–”

“Yes, yes, shhh.” Citron points at the baby in the crib. “Keep your voice down, Guy. You might wake up Tangerine.”

Guy goes quiet. He peers at the baby’s face.

“I might have looked like that when I was a baby, but I don’t think you or me could have known that. Do you think he’ll look more like my father when he grows up?”

“We cannot determine that yet. A week old baby’s features are still developing.”

Citron huffs. “You’re no fun.”

He gently rocks the crib. “But I think things will be different this time. If I spend as much time as I can with Tangerine, we’ll get close. And then maybe my other brothers will become close with me too.”

Guy still stays quiet. The two gaze at the youngest prince’s face, sound asleep.

Citron grabs a stool. “I want to carry him. Help me carry him, Guy.”

“It is not safe, Citronia.”

“It is!” he says in a whisper. “He’s tiny enough! And I need to learn how to carry him, anyways.”

He reaches down to grab Tangerine. Guy immediately lunges forward to support Citron’s hands as he lifts him up, making sure Tangerine won’t slip.

Citron, stubborn as he is, doesn’t let go of Tangerine as he’s out of the crib. “Come on, Guy! I can handle it.”

Guy thinks for a while, Citron staring at him as if he can see the gears turning in his head. He eventually lets go, and to their relief, Citron can support Tangerine’s weight.

“See?” Citron giggles, holding him close. “Oh, he’s so cute up close. Your big brother’s got your back always, okay Tangerine?”

Guy feels something indescribable at the sight.

#tamsi writes #a3! fic #drabble #actually more like an unfinished script for a zahragumi fancomic #you can tell guy's recent lead play kicked my ass #guy a3 #citron a3 #tangerine a3