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. :)
[A never-ending cycle that they will never, ever be free from. But that is the price that they pay, isn't it? Not that she minds, but she wishes that he would not feel so guilty or worried about burdening her.]
Is that not what... couples do?
[A pause, as she chews her bottom lip.]
I wish to try more for you. After today... if we are going to do this... us...
[Hearing her say "couples" is actually rather endearing and cute, knowing how difficult it is still for her to verbally make such acknowledgments. So he can't help but smile fondly, a smile she may sense even if she can't see it.]
Does that mean I can look forward to being spoiled in the future?
[She only thinks little of her baking skills because it was like he almost died the last time she tried to make cake!!! She's amazing at everything else!
But now she fixes him with a curious look, her lids heavy with sleepy fondness.]
[She can only watch him with all the affection in the world in her eyes, because who would have thought that on their first night of freedom, they would be arguing about what desserts to make for one another...
Or perhaps this is exactly where they are supposed to be.
Either way, she awaits his answers.]
And what, pray tell, might you make? You know that I am very picky.
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You've already done enough, love... More than enough.
[His hand runs through her hair.]
I can always see you trying so hard for my sake.
[To the point it makes him feel guilty, but she probably can guess that since it's just a never ending cycle.]
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Is that not what... couples do?
[A pause, as she chews her bottom lip.]
I wish to try more for you. After today... if we are going to do this... us...
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Does that mean I can look forward to being spoiled in the future?
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Mm? What exactly do you mean by 'spoiled'?
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[And now a more playful grin to help break up the more somber atmosphere.]
A cake?
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Cidolfus!
[It certainly works in breaking up the somber mood because she's smacking him weakly on the arm, and then his chest, and then his cheek...]
What did I tell you about that godforsaken cake!
[... before she starts attacking him with kisses.]
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And I'm still waiting for it!
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Well, if you keep asking for it, then won't it ruin the surprise?
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[He just continues to chuckle as her kisses are like feathers against his skin.]
And if I did know, that just means I can anticipate it even more.
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Well, how many other "special occasions" are left for me to use, hm?
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[A low rumble as he catches and nibbles her lower lip.]
And I'd wager we could have our own celebration for this hard earned victory....
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[She purrs over his lips before pulling back far enough to escape him, pausing as if in serious thought.]
But I suppose we could find a cake once we return to the Roost and have rested well.
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[He is definitely whining and pouting as he looks up at her.]
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... And how do you propose I make mine if I am spending the next few days in bed? With you?
[DEFLECT!!!!]
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[Persistent.]
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You truly, desperately want it?
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With it being such short notice, I cannot promise they will be any better than the last time I nearly poisoned you.
[She kisses the tip of his nose.]
But what of me? What if I want something to celebrate, too?
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[He smiles up at her fondly.]
But I could make something in return.
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But now she fixes him with a curious look, her lids heavy with sleepy fondness.]
And what would my master chef make for me?
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Could always be your favorite meal unless you have a special request?
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[And now it's her turn to pout.]
When will it be my time to receive a freshly baked cake made by you? Or perhaps a pie...
[Those are more up her alley.]
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[A small look of surprise before he tilts his head thoughtfully.]
Suppose it would be fair...
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Or perhaps this is exactly where they are supposed to be.
Either way, she awaits his answers.]
And what, pray tell, might you make? You know that I am very picky.
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[HMMMM HE'S THINKING SERIOUSLY!!]
Perhaps a pie? Or a cobbler or pudding...
[And then his eyes shine as he looks up at her with a wide grin.]
Hah, I got it! Never made it but I know just the thing to try.
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ππ fin.