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Whatever else you can say of her shortcomings, Evil-Lyn is a good mother.
Skeletor thinks this as he watches out of the corner of his non-eyes, ostensibly studying ancient manuscripts on the other side of the room, in reality studying the two of them where they play on the bed.
He’s so small and so new and so strange, and the two of them seem completely at ease with each other in a way that befuddles him. The way she kisses the dusky blue round of his belly, raises his tiny hands in tiny clapping games, nuzzles his baby fuzz, hair as soft and white as her own. When she covers one of their eyes with her hands, it’s the greatest disappearing act she’s ever done, and when she removes it, his shrill scream of delight says clearly Mommy is the greatest magician on Eternia.
He thinks it as he watches them sleep, no need to hide his gaze any longer. Lyn rests half on her side and half on her back, her knee braced just so to keep her from rolling. The babe sleeps on his back, safe in the curl of her arm, nose to nose with Mom. Both sets of breathing even. Occasionally one snuffles in their sleep, and the other rouses just enough to answer back.
Skeletor huffs to himself. Hard to believe the small stranger was his idea.