The title is a line from Amorphis' "Silent Waters" - which I could actually see Blade singing to his baby, though it's not the... most uplifting song a new parent could imagine.... in fact, it's pretty damn sad... but the tune is nice.

Blade: "A day's light told me... of my son's fate
the sun showed the way, ...grim and severe
pulled under the raging... waters, my child..-"
Marij: "OMG, Blade! Stop singing that!" **Bawling, gets box of tissues**
Blade: "What? What's wrong with it? - Or was I singing too loud? Did my voice crack?"


Uh... yeah. Moving on..



So, okay, thanks to  Valdin (for being enthusiastic about the idea I was sitting on the fence about) this is now Musicpsycho canon: Blade's bedroom antics will bear fruit... or, at least, Marijke will bear his eevee.

But, he's still got another few years of playful "practice sessions" before his life becomes a haze of dirty diapers, ruined shirts, and all-nighters of the colicky kind. (And we won't even mention the regular assault on his ears as baby tests out his lungs.)

Not to say Blade'll be a single father like Taiyo, oh no, but that has disadvantages as much as advantages.. Just imagine him coming home from rehearsals only to have an exhausted and baby-bluesing cheetress flip out the moment he flops on the couch because he forgot to put the toilet seat down before leaving that morning and she almost fell in (or something - really, let's face it, the possibilities for stressed new mommies to go off like a land mine burried under five pounds of C4 are numerous - even if this one happens to be rather mild-tempered, usually - - and Blade asks for it, if we are perfectly honest, as can be attested by the silly dialogue at the beginning).

And then the little ball of fluff is going to promptly conk right out in daddy's arms (and a cheetress against his shoulder) - after soaking his shirt with spitup, of course - and... all will suddenly seem right in the world... until he remembers he hadn't gotten a chance to use the bathroom since taking his leave of his bandmates. That's when you very carefully try to ease that 5lb bundle of ZZZ's to a position that's not pissing your bladder off so much (and fail, of course, 'cause baby doesn't like to be moved no matter how far in dreamland he was - but at least you can to potty now).

It won't be long before Blade finally decides to try out one of her wrap-carriers...
(They'll be a rather attachment family... nursing, pumping, baby-wearing.)

At least both new parents already have some experience with close encounters of the baby-kind.
(Blade babysat for Taiyo since Ryu was an infant - and Marijke had a litter of her own.)

Huh, I wonder what languages they're going to have him learn (both parents are multilingual).


Anyway, here's a sketch of Blade's future bundle of joy, Damon; Time to pass out the cigars!
(Seems to be 'spring' on FA, 'cause I've seen a number of 'children of' submissions recently.)


Notes:
- As per a DA friend's suggestion, I paid a little more attention to what big-eared animals look like as newborns ('cause their ears are anything but large) to make sure Damon looked like a newborn (in this case, rabbits and fennecs). Then checked up various photos of human newborns to get that (dazed) 'newborn expression'.

- To attest to Damon's parentage, he got his mommy's nose shape, but his father's muzzle shape.. and his daddy's litted pupils. I tried to combine both his parents, whilst still keeping the eevee (and no, he did not inherit cheetah-spots - in story, I've established this interspecies thing as not working that way in the case of pokémorphs/normal-anthro hybrids). Not to mention, these particulars did, actually, come from a dream, anyway.

-I did not look up references of eevees, but did purposely draw the neck-fluff differently.



Damon belongs to me.