#and that Konrad has a very slavic heavy theme

[kit-williams]

Sleeping Fields

Nostraman is said to be poetic sounding right? I've been binging this Dzivia's stuff recently and heard this one today... and Anrir wormed his way into my mind... I think this is Belarusian but just SLAVS throws hands into the air

This should be a short fic

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Amir sobbed as you did your best to calm him down but it just was one of those nights that he wouldn't sleep... out of everyone else in the nursery he was the only one awake. You bounced him over your shoulder as you rubbed his back... gave him the oral paste... fed him... everything. He would frown and fuss if you tried singing to him and you were getting tired. You watched Amir suddenly stop as his eyes focused on something in the dark. You swallowed as you looked over your shoulder at Anrir slowly slinking out of the dark.

Fussy hands reached out for the paternal figure as this was a problem with many of the children... they were very comfortable around their paternal figure causing many of the caretakers here to fear giving Anrir their charge worried if it will look badly upon them but out of the roughly ten or so children here being taken care of... you knew that sometimes they just wanted their... father if you could call him that.

"Now why are you up Amir?" He cooed flipping some of his hair over his shoulder to keep Amir from grabbing it and pulling... some of your strands of hair in between his tiny fingers. The black sclera of Amir blended in with the dark but contrasted by the light grey of his eyes... in time his eye color would develop and most likely turn an almost black like his father.

"He doesn't want to sleep." You said tiredly.

A deep timber fills the air as the low tones of a song rumble out of a chest meant for bellowing orders... snarling like an animal... being barely human while still counting as human... as the poetic tongue of the droning lullaby doesn't match the body it comes out of. You watch Amir let out a big yawn, his tiny body stiffening for a moment just like before he sneezes.

Anrir hums for a bit before continuing his song... it sounds far too pretty for his mouth... sounds like it should come out of a kinder man... a far more romantic creature then what sings it. Your eyes slowly droop as the song sounds so comforting and inviting... but knowing Anrir it's probably about something horrible... but it's so... relaxing.

He feels Amir's heart relax as he sings him the Nostroman lullaby. He looks over to you seeing how his lullaby also worked on you... How Amir buried his face into his chest as he walked over to you and easily picked you up in his other arm feeling your face nuzzle into his neck as he continued to sing. He could wake you up... but he enjoyed the feeling of your breath against his skin as he assigned another caretaker to watch Amir for the rest of the night as he took you out of the nursery for the night.

The ending of the lullaby breathing in your ear softly... gently... as you weren't on this cold ship... you were back home in a field as insects chirped at night... знішчыць.... знішчыць.... знішчыць.... знішчыць.... знішчыць... he whispered to her as the door to his room closed behind them.

#warhammer 40k #songfic? #oc: Anrir Nor #night lords #audio #x reader #Listen it's really good #Nostromo #Nostroman is said to sound poetic #and that Konrad has a very slavic heavy theme #I heard this and couldn't stop myself #Youtube