View Flat HTML
View Metadata
Search Post
It takes them a while - they are quite busy holding each other - but eventually in spite of the perpetual darkness in the sky, they realize they're exhausted. It's been a long day. The helpful mage and her husband offer them a place to sleep, but that place turns out to be inside a tent. With two other people. Two other newly married people.
Isabella and Adarin decide the better option is to go with her hammock. It involves Isabella almost entirely on top of her husband, but neither of them mind. Snuggles are recommended after death and subsequent resurrection, and trauma from same. Adarin's still a bit shivery and occasionally uncoordinated post-magic loss, but he can hold his wife just fine. Snuggles are provided for both parties, and eventually they both fall asleep, suspended in the air by cloud-pine.
+ Show First Post
prodigal_miser
prodigal_miser
Cypress smiles at his wife.
"Though, pass on looking older. You'll be ageless and witchy, I might as well try to match."
"Though, pass on looking older. You'll be ageless and witchy, I might as well try to match."
prodigal_miser
"Exactly, so I am making arguments that support my state of being," he teases.
prodigal_miser
Because his wife is cute, Cypress decides that she may get a peck. On the nose.
prodigal_miser
"You're adorable," he declares, happily.
He's not stalling about talking about that one thing. Nope. Not at all.
He's not stalling about talking about that one thing. Nope. Not at all.
dark_light
"And I think we had," she sighs, "better find someplace comfy to sit, and - talk."
prodigal_miser
He nods - the couch, the couch will work just fine.
Cypress goes to it and sits, and then he holds out his arms so they can cuddle while talking about his impending death.
Cypress goes to it and sits, and then he holds out his arms so they can cuddle while talking about his impending death.
dark_light
She snuggles up into the provided embrace.
"Basic questions are when and how and what to advertise to whom. Answer to the first is 'when I have a spell for it, good and alethiometer-confirmed'. Thoughts on the other two?"
"Basic questions are when and how and what to advertise to whom. Answer to the first is 'when I have a spell for it, good and alethiometer-confirmed'. Thoughts on the other two?"
prodigal_miser
"How - I... Don't know. Something painless, preferably. Advertising - Ana will be annoyed with me if I don't tell her. She'll want to know. Veron might, as well, but not as - strongly."
dark_light
"You're a little too covered in protective tattoos for a death spell, and even if you weren't - well, anyway, it'll have to be something else."
prodigal_miser
"You don't have to see," murmurs Adarin. "We'll - not make it a death spell, it'll be something else."
dark_light
"What, though? I'm not keen on being questioned by the police about what I need a lot of morphine for."
prodigal_miser
Wince. "... I'd say my brand of magic, but that's - either my sister would have to do it, or Prime."
dark_light
"I can't say I'm thrilled with either option. But then that's probably the wrong standard."
prodigal_miser
"You are allowed to have opinions on - things. These things, in particular."
Snuggles. All of the snuggles.
Snuggles. All of the snuggles.
dark_light
"Yes, but hoping for the opinion to be anything approaching 'thrilled' is excess optimism."
Snuggle.
Snuggle.
prodigal_miser
He snickers, a little. "I was not expecting you to be thrilled about any of this. Do - you want me to handle things and just deal with it myself so you don't have to think about it?"
dark_light
"I don't want to make you do it alone. I mean, hell, you're the one who's going to have to actually go through it all, my distress is at least seventy percent empathy."