As they approach, the front door opens, and the man that greets them looks hauntingly familiar.
He's tall and muscular, obviously a seasoned soldier. He's got scars of various lengths up and down his arms, his tunic is worn and weathered, and his skin is bronzed and leathery; all signs of a well-traveled man. But what's most striking is the fact that he looks almost exactly like Darin, though perhaps with about another twenty years tacked on. He's got dark brown hair with streaks of silver, tied back in a messy topknot, strands of brown and silver haphazardly framing his face. The man looks like he's got perpetual five o clock shadow, but he wears it well. He sees the man carrying his son up to his door and he gives a wave.
"Ahoy, stranger! It appears you've come across one of mine! I hope he hasn't given you any trouble!" His voice is booming and lively, and it's apparent where Darin gets his boisterous personality from.
"Dad!" Darin wriggles out of Shiro's grasp and runs up to his father, throwing himself against his legs.
"Oof! Easy there, y'little brute. You're gonna knock these old bones right outta me!" He kneels and takes a look at his son, turning his chin slightly. A glimmer of recognition crosses his features; he can see the slight traces of the almost healed black eye, but says nothing, his expression shifting back to a heart-warming smile. He stands to regard Shiro.
"I hope m'boy wasn't too much of a handful for you, stranger. I don't know where y'found him, but I thank you for bringin' him home all the same."
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He's tall and muscular, obviously a seasoned soldier. He's got scars of various lengths up and down his arms, his tunic is worn and weathered, and his skin is bronzed and leathery; all signs of a well-traveled man. But what's most striking is the fact that he looks almost exactly like Darin, though perhaps with about another twenty years tacked on. He's got dark brown hair with streaks of silver, tied back in a messy topknot, strands of brown and silver haphazardly framing his face. The man looks like he's got perpetual five o clock shadow, but he wears it well. He sees the man carrying his son up to his door and he gives a wave.
"Ahoy, stranger! It appears you've come across one of mine! I hope he hasn't given you any trouble!" His voice is booming and lively, and it's apparent where Darin gets his boisterous personality from.
"Dad!" Darin wriggles out of Shiro's grasp and runs up to his father, throwing himself against his legs.
"Oof! Easy there, y'little brute. You're gonna knock these old bones right outta me!" He kneels and takes a look at his son, turning his chin slightly. A glimmer of recognition crosses his features; he can see the slight traces of the almost healed black eye, but says nothing, his expression shifting back to a heart-warming smile. He stands to regard Shiro.
"I hope m'boy wasn't too much of a handful for you, stranger. I don't know where y'found him, but I thank you for bringin' him home all the same."