Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman. Status: Closed. Where: The Roost, The Farplane. What: Cid and Benedikta move to a new house in the Roost. Event stuff later. Warnings: The usual. :)
[He grins as he leads her around the pool, pausing only to check to make sure the "lid" of the storage box is secure.]
Aye, thought to tease you a bit with it.
[And similar to the overlook above, one side of the wall is covered with flowered vines, and it only takes a careful look to spot where to pass through. He'll hold the vines up so that she can walk through before following after. Just as he said, it's a smaller side tunnel and they can already see the main tunnel just ahead.]
[The fish flit after them as they leave, wandering along the pool until they no longer can, and Benedikta chuckles under her breath at them before they disappear, coming out through the other side when she ducks beneath the vines.]
How convenient.
[She pats him on the chest.]
Now, why don't you go call the crew, and I will meet you back home?
[She smiles at him, finding it difficult to part ways now, but she'll manage. She is excited after all—far more excited about this than anything else she had been in a long time. First their treehouse and now this, their proper home. A home that time has robbed them of for so long. And more importantly, it is their own in the sense that everything within it has been done to their liking.
Benedikta wastes no time getting to work in sorting through their things. What they want to keep, what she thinks they can toss, what can be moved up right away and what can wait. It's an ordeal that takes the better part of the day, lasting until dinner with a break for lunch in between, but the men that Cid had called are nothing if not incredibly efficient. She feels like she doesn't even have to lift a finger in the end.
It was important that their bed be moved up there as soon as possible, so that after they visit the pond in the evening and watch the fish shimmer and take a dip in the water beneath the moonlight, they can spend their very first night there together.
And what a night it is. Cracking open a bottle of wine in bed, they celebrate their usual way with several sips, laughter, and then promptly forgetting about their glasses on the nightstand as they tangle with and bury themselves in one another. A night that she thinks is well-earned, and much-needed because she cannot recall when she had felt this happy.
Sure, she had come to live at the Roost with him in his home, but it was mostly his, now with her own things strewn about. But this? For the first time in her life, Benedikta finally feels as if she can put down her own roots in a place that is not only his, but hers too. She has never had that before. She had tried in Waloed and convinced herself that she had, but now that she knows what it is like to have a place to belong, a place to really call home, that was never the case.
A part of her always knew that the only place she ever could be one with him. It was never a house or a country, never a world. It was always a person—it was always Cid. He was always her safe place, her perch to land when her wings grew weary. Wherever he goes, she would follow, knowing now that they had somewhere to return to together. How long she has waited and wished...
How long she has waited to say that she has finally come home...]
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I thought I felt a stray wind when we were wandering up here.
[And one more kiss for the road, her smile only widening, no matter the efforts she puts in to try and stifle it.]
Then lead the way. But I am keeping my eyes open this time.
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Aye, thought to tease you a bit with it.
[And similar to the overlook above, one side of the wall is covered with flowered vines, and it only takes a careful look to spot where to pass through. He'll hold the vines up so that she can walk through before following after. Just as he said, it's a smaller side tunnel and they can already see the main tunnel just ahead.]
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How convenient.
[She pats him on the chest.]
Now, why don't you go call the crew, and I will meet you back home?
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As my lady wishes.
[A playful rise of his brows before he lets go to step back and pull out his shellphone to make said call.]
💚💜 fin.
[She smiles at him, finding it difficult to part ways now, but she'll manage. She is excited after all—far more excited about this than anything else she had been in a long time. First their treehouse and now this, their proper home. A home that time has robbed them of for so long. And more importantly, it is their own in the sense that everything within it has been done to their liking.
Benedikta wastes no time getting to work in sorting through their things. What they want to keep, what she thinks they can toss, what can be moved up right away and what can wait. It's an ordeal that takes the better part of the day, lasting until dinner with a break for lunch in between, but the men that Cid had called are nothing if not incredibly efficient. She feels like she doesn't even have to lift a finger in the end.
It was important that their bed be moved up there as soon as possible, so that after they visit the pond in the evening and watch the fish shimmer and take a dip in the water beneath the moonlight, they can spend their very first night there together.
And what a night it is. Cracking open a bottle of wine in bed, they celebrate their usual way with several sips, laughter, and then promptly forgetting about their glasses on the nightstand as they tangle with and bury themselves in one another. A night that she thinks is well-earned, and much-needed because she cannot recall when she had felt this happy.
Sure, she had come to live at the Roost with him in his home, but it was mostly his, now with her own things strewn about. But this? For the first time in her life, Benedikta finally feels as if she can put down her own roots in a place that is not only his, but hers too. She has never had that before. She had tried in Waloed and convinced herself that she had, but now that she knows what it is like to have a place to belong, a place to really call home, that was never the case.
A part of her always knew that the only place she ever could be one with him. It was never a house or a country, never a world. It was always a person—it was always Cid. He was always her safe place, her perch to land when her wings grew weary. Wherever he goes, she would follow, knowing now that they had somewhere to return to together. How long she has waited and wished...
How long she has waited to say that she has finally come home...]