Delicious in Dungeon | Baby Doll
Oct. 2nd, 2024 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fairyficRating: G
Fandom: Delicious in Dungeon
Characters: Kabru, Milsiril
Relationship: Kabru & Milsiril
Words: 400
Content Warnings: Ableism and infantilization
Tropes: Autistic Character (Kabru)
Summary: Milsiril takes the news that Kabru is to be Laios' royal advisor about as well as one could expect.
For the People with Disabilities Drabblefest on Dreamwidth! Filling the prompt, "Stop treating me like a child". (Which was actually the prompt that inspired me to join, because of how perfect it was for Kabru.)
"Oh, I just don't know!"
Kabru sighed deeply, closing his eyes. He tried to not to let his exhaustion show on his face. He expected this reaction from his mother, after all. It wasn't like it came as a surprise. But even still... it was tiresome to watch Milsiril work herself into a protective fervor at even the smallest development in Kabru's life.
Milsiril looked up from biting her thumb, pausing. She then quickly pulled Kabru into an embrace, swaying from side to side, rocking him in her arms. Kabru stiffened from the shock of it, before going limp. He knew better than to try and pull away or protest.
"I'm so proud of you, and you know that! But it's one thing to go to a dungeon which can be sealed at any moment, and something else entirely to commit to working in such a high-ranking position for what will presumedly be the rest of your life...!" Milsiril insisted. "Some of the worst people work with royalty. And to work as the sole advisor for a king who has no experience in politics is so much pressure."
"I know," Kabru replied, for what felt like the hundredth time in just the past few minutes. Did she think he hadn't considered these things?
"But do you?" Milsiril pulled back, still holding Kabru and cupping his face. Kabru couldn't help but look away, embarrassed. "What about when your routines are interrupted?"
Kabru blinked, looking back at Milsiril in astonishment. "Pardon?"
"You always break down when your schedules don't go to plan," explained Milsiril. Her eyes were wide and compassionate, with not a hint of malintent. "With so much depending on you, you couldn't afford such a thing. And that's just one example. I know you think that you're an adult now, but you're only 22!"
Milsiril pulled Kabru back into the hug, petting his hair. Kabru let his hands hang down at his side, frowning with a furrow of his brow.
He didn't bother to remind her that tallmen age differently from elves. He didn't bother to inform her that he hadn't melted down over his schedule being interrupted since he was a preteen. He didn't even bother to get upset over the implication that he wasn't competent enough for the job, due to his apparent immaturity.
She really was never going to stop treating him like a child, was she?
Fandom: Delicious in Dungeon
Characters: Kabru, Milsiril
Relationship: Kabru & Milsiril
Words: 400
Content Warnings: Ableism and infantilization
Tropes: Autistic Character (Kabru)
Summary: Milsiril takes the news that Kabru is to be Laios' royal advisor about as well as one could expect.
For the People with Disabilities Drabblefest on Dreamwidth! Filling the prompt, "Stop treating me like a child". (Which was actually the prompt that inspired me to join, because of how perfect it was for Kabru.)
"Oh, I just don't know!"
Kabru sighed deeply, closing his eyes. He tried to not to let his exhaustion show on his face. He expected this reaction from his mother, after all. It wasn't like it came as a surprise. But even still... it was tiresome to watch Milsiril work herself into a protective fervor at even the smallest development in Kabru's life.
Milsiril looked up from biting her thumb, pausing. She then quickly pulled Kabru into an embrace, swaying from side to side, rocking him in her arms. Kabru stiffened from the shock of it, before going limp. He knew better than to try and pull away or protest.
"I'm so proud of you, and you know that! But it's one thing to go to a dungeon which can be sealed at any moment, and something else entirely to commit to working in such a high-ranking position for what will presumedly be the rest of your life...!" Milsiril insisted. "Some of the worst people work with royalty. And to work as the sole advisor for a king who has no experience in politics is so much pressure."
"I know," Kabru replied, for what felt like the hundredth time in just the past few minutes. Did she think he hadn't considered these things?
"But do you?" Milsiril pulled back, still holding Kabru and cupping his face. Kabru couldn't help but look away, embarrassed. "What about when your routines are interrupted?"
Kabru blinked, looking back at Milsiril in astonishment. "Pardon?"
"You always break down when your schedules don't go to plan," explained Milsiril. Her eyes were wide and compassionate, with not a hint of malintent. "With so much depending on you, you couldn't afford such a thing. And that's just one example. I know you think that you're an adult now, but you're only 22!"
Milsiril pulled Kabru back into the hug, petting his hair. Kabru let his hands hang down at his side, frowning with a furrow of his brow.
He didn't bother to remind her that tallmen age differently from elves. He didn't bother to inform her that he hadn't melted down over his schedule being interrupted since he was a preteen. He didn't even bother to get upset over the implication that he wasn't competent enough for the job, due to his apparent immaturity.
She really was never going to stop treating him like a child, was she?
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