Roma was surprised at the influx of children, and even more surprised at all of the interactions between the family. There was a longing smile across his face. He had wished for the chance to have his family like this, all loving and carefree, but instead his children had become monsters our for his own life.
Lewis held the twins, quieting them with his own genuine smile. “There, there…calm down. There’s a lot going on, I know…” He kissed Lila’s forehead, and nuzzled Janus. He looked at Roma afterwards, and his smile faded back to his normal dead stare. “So…”
“My name is Lucas,” the leviathan said with a smile. “This is my girlfriend, and…well, their adopted daughter, Ezili.” He shrugged. “It’s complicated. Sort of…” He blushed. “But yeah…” He smiled. “So you’re Lewis’ dad, huh? I can see a bit of the resemblance. You have a similar look about you….though, Lewis tends not to smile like that often. It’s usually only around the younger kids, though he does a little around me and Ezili…”
“When I’m not making sure you two are behaving,” Lewis replied.
“We’re behaving!” Lucas said as he sat up straight. “N-nothing crazy is happening.”
“Better not be,” the assassin replied.
Roma chuckled at the interaction. “My, you all seem lively.”
“We can be…” Lewis said. He took a breath as things started to calm down, if a little. “What was….Leto like? My mother?”
At that, Roma’s face darkened a little. He looked down, saddened. “Your mother…” He took a deep breath, and looked back up with a forced smile. “Leto looked a lot like you. Of course, she had much longer hair. Her eyes were the same color though, but they glowed with vitality whenever she came by. Her laugh was contagious, but I rarely got to hear it. For the most part, she was quiet and kept to herself.”
“How did you meet?”
“Well…you see, I had lost a book. It was…ah, what was it…a collection of poems, was it? Well, as it turned out, Leto had it. She was reading it out loud, practicing in order to become a writer. I stumbled upon her reading, and fell in love with her voice.” Roma smiled. “A poem by Janus Webb, I believe…something about a woman. I can’t even recall what it was about now.”