AN This is a one shot drabble. This is my first fanfic, so please tell me how I can improve! I know it's short, but like I said, it's a drabble. This is strictly an oyako fic. If you're an incest supporter, please click back. And yes, I'm serious.
Tales of Symphonia doesn't belong to me.
Kratos watched over the sleeping form of Lloyd, with a feeling of extreme longing in his heart. He wanted to hold the boy, to tell him everything was going to be alright, and be his father again. But he knew Lloyd was far out of his reach. He could never make up that lost time…
Kratos froze; he nearly jumped out of his skin. He was startled when he spotted his own right hand. He had been unconsciously petting the boy's hair.
"Let's … look at the stars…" Lloyd murmured.
With a relieved sigh, Kratos realized Lloyd was merely speaking in his sleep.
"Go to sleep, son." Kratos whispered softly.
Satisfied that he now completely asleep, Kratos gently withdrew his hand, as to not disturb the boy further.
He prayed that Lloyd would have no recollection of this in the morning. Afterall that was close. Too close.