closed 🪶⚡ but all i really know, you're where i wanna go

[garudas]

Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman.
Status: Closed.
Where: The Roost.
What: While making the glass charms, their owl has a little big surprise for them.
Warnings: Cute baby owls and disgusting, domestic fluff.


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[garudas]

[NO BECAUSE IT'S THE TRUTH!!!]

It could be, but I doubt that would make you feel any better.

[And before he does anything with that glass, she leans in and kisses his cheek.]

So if you are not grumpy, what might you call this?

[ramuhs]

...

[Just some disgruntled silence, though the kiss does soften him up a bit.]

Someone who needs more than one kiss to feel better.

[garudas]

[A request that she will happily oblige with that shine of amusement in her eyes. Was this his tactic all along to have her dote upon him? And is she a fool for falling for it?

She taps his chin, guiding his lips to hers so that she can kiss him once, twice, thrice, each one quick but growing sweeter.]

Do you feel better now? I would not want this to ruin this glass attempt.

[ramuhs]

[If only he could have been sly enough to have done this with such a purpose, but alas—he was just being a little pouty. However, with each kiss she'll feel more of a smile forming until he's looking at her with still a bit of a dry look, but there is a warmth and fondness there.]

I suppose this will do for now. But perhaps a few more just in case.

[Okay now he really is fishing—]

[garudas]

[Whatever it was that was bothering him, she is glad that the kisses have at least smoothed out that frown, even if she did find it quite endearing.]

Now you are just doing this on purpose.

[She has caught on, but fulfills his request anyway, offering him two more kisses, the last one lingering just a touch longer, leaving behind a warm tingle.]

Won't the glass get too cold? I may never stop at this rate, so do be careful what you wish for.

[ramuhs]

[Just a low hum, enjoying those kisses very much before he'll lean in and steal a kiss for himself.]

All right, I think that will do.

[But he will have to heat up the glass so it's with an amused grin that he'll stick it all back in.]

Now, who should take the first blow?

[garudas]

[She is ready and willing to give him more if he so wishes, so when he stops her after that kiss, she gives him a low hum of disapproval.]

I can, since you have done all the work up until now? It seems only fair.

[ramuhs]

[He has to stop them or they will never get this glass made!]

Then if you will do the honors...

[And he will hold it up to her with a playful smile.]

[garudas]

[It was his fault for being so pouty and grumpy and cute to begin with!!!

But she will smile at him, eyes shining with fondness, before she leans in to press her lips to the end of the pipe. She takes a deep breath and gives it a good puff, watching as the glass expands just a bit, already taking on a bit of colour, too.]

Huh... That is interesting.

[It has a little bit of a brown tint to it? But no real shape yet...]

[ramuhs]

[He watches her first before his eyes go to the glass.]

Looks like we're already getting somewhere. Want to do another one or should I take a turn?

[garudas]

I will do another, though I am not so sure how far I will get.

[Mostly because she's curious.

She huffs out with a breathy laugh, and takes in another deep inhale before she goes for the pipe. This one is a little less than the one before it, so she only makes a little progress, but on top of the blob that had already started to grow... appears another little, colourless blob...]

[ramuhs]

[Just.... Going to tilt his head.]

...Curious. Well they all kind of start out like that, perhaps after a few more rounds between us it might change.

[garudas]

Odd that it has a bit of colour there already, don't you think?

[She hands him the pipe for his turn, though she does regard it with more curiosity.]

I wonder if it has something "in mind" already.

[ramuhs]

[A quiet chuckle as he puts it in the kiln to heat up a bit.]

Perhaps. How much do you want to bet those colors "green and purple?"

[A wry grin as he pulls it back out and takes a big blow, a bit more color appearing as the blobs grow a bit bigger.]

[garudas]

I'd be willing to wager quite a bit on those colours.

[Because it is very much them, so much so that she cannot help but smile when—]

I think I may see a bit of it now...

[ramuhs]

Let's see if more of it will show up after this.

[And another blow will indeed show a bit more green forming now. Yet the shape is still undefined, making it quite a puzzle as to what it is this strange colorful blob will be.

This will be the pattern they go, where after reheating the glass whoever is next will take two blows, sometimes three if it looks like more could be done before it is reheated. And as it progresses, there's more color to it—including that purple and green they expected. However there is also white, and a teal as well... And its form is also taking more of a shape once they're halfway through.]

[garudas]

[The colours are not so surprising, though the whites and teals are, but more so the shape as it starts to form. It becomes less of a blob and more like several, all without them having to shape it. Rather, their puffs into the pipe are doing all of that work. Still, even halfway through, she can't quite make out what it is, and they pause every now and then to try and guess, but so far... there is not much to go on.

That is, until, they start nearing what she can only assume is the end, where the colour in the glass is more pronounced, as are the no-longer-blob shapes.]

... Are those birds?

[ramuhs]

[He looks past the pipe at the glass and studies it for a moment.]

A pair of them it looks like. Here, you take a few puffs, see if we can't make them a bit more defined. I can already tell one is purple and one is green.

[A laugh at that how they definitely won their bet there.]

[garudas]

[She bites back a wider smile, and leans in close to the pipe. She takes a breath, gives it another blow.]

... You suppose that they are meant to represent us?

[ramuhs]

I can't imagine what else they would be for.

[A curious tilt of his head as the birds take on more of a shape, the rest of the glass filling out as well.

...Oh?]

Are they in a bowl?

[Is that what that one blob that had been under them been the whole time?]

[garudas]

A bowl...

[She hands him the pipe so that she can wander to the other end to take a closer look.]

Or... a nest? Perhaps that is what the brown is supposed to be?

[ramuhs]

[Ah—]

Aye, a nest would make the most sense.

[And then there's a mischievous smirk as he leans in closer to her to speak in a low voice.]

Think there are any little eggs hidden in there?

[garudas]

[She arches a brow, turning so that her lips are close enough that he'll feel the tickle of her laugh on his.]

I don't know, why don't you ask them? ... But I should think so. They look quite happy, do they not?

[ramuhs]

[He now looks at her with a slightly more contemplative, questioning gaze.]

Would you want there to be?

[As if there might be a hidden question within it. Of course they've somewhat touched on it a few times, but...]

[garudas]

[There's a violent flutter in her chest, her already full heart skipping several beats as she meets that gaze of his, that intensity and the meaning behind it settling like a weight in her stomach and sending a heat racing through her.

They have indeed talked about this before, but to see it like this, a thought somehow manifested into the glass that they have shaped together, she does wonder...]

... I think I still might.