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

[She feels her cheeks flush a little, and while she doesn't give an answer, her silence is enough, and she is grateful for them reaching the skylight again that will take them back down into the caves.]

I did not say that they needed to be the same.

But you did suggest they match, so they would be at least similar in some way, wouldn't that?

[With a playful smirk he releases her hand only so that he can fly around her, teasing her.]

Well, if ours are the birds and theirs are the owls, that is good enough, yes?

[She spins around mid-flight to grin at him, her cheeks warm, before she dives down through the skylight to dodge him.]

[He laughs as he just zaps through right after her... And if they weren't entering an enclosed space he would try to grab her, but as it is he won't be so reckless and instead appear right near her, the electricity buzzing briefly through the air.]

How can I answer if you keep flying off!

[Because she does not want him to see the look on her face when he can read her so easily, and she is embarrassed!

So when he appears beside her, that electricity making her hair stand just a little from the static, she darts away, using a flutter of her wings at him to distract him before landing on the cliffs that wind around back to their home.]

It is not my fault that you cannot keep up!

What, and what do you call this?

[She may have tried to distract him, but it doesn't take him long at all to zap to her again, this time using his arms to grab her.]

[The shout that she lets out when he catches her right as her feet touch the ground echoes through the caves, those who are down there glancing around to try and find the source. At their height, however, they remain hidden from view, save for the feathers that scatter about when she sends them away with her magic.]

I call that cheating.

[She laughs, tipping her face away from him.]

You can still answer, can you not?

[As if anyone really needs to wonder—]

As if you didn't first.

[Hidden away, he presses her firmly against the rock wall so she can't escape him any further. Leaning in close, he just smirks.]

And if you mean the owls and birds, then I'd say it would be close enough.

[—and speaks while his lips brush against her jawline.]

[The sneaky bastard...

But it is quite surprising, the light and fluttery feeling in her chest as he moves in close, coming in with the twinge of heat that he provokes with his lips on her skin. She uses it as another opportunity to school her expression, masking it all with a grin.]

Then we know what we must do... but we are not going to manage with you trapping me here like this.

[Yet she makes no effort to move and instead wraps her arms around him and pulls him closer.]

Well, it's not as if we have to make it right away, do we?

[A light nip on her skin as his lips lower down to her neck.]

We still have some time yet.

[She hums with laughter deep in her throat, her head tipping back to rest against the cave's wall as her fingers brush gently through his hair.]

And you do not wish to carry on in the workshop?

Mmm, with what I have in mind, may be better to spare the others.

[A wry grin as he glances up at her before there's a sharper bite against one of her more sensitive spots, digging in deeper before his arms around her suddenly pull her back away from the wall to lift her up into his arms.]

[She really does have to bite back a sound at that, and she gives him a little admonishing smack in warning. A useless one, because she returns the favour by nipping his lip when he takes her and lifts her into his arms. She laughs, kicking her feet, and hangs there while he holds her.

As she looks down at him, she arches a brow.]

I do remember being interrupted earlier... so I am keen to know what you've in mind now.

[Well she did mention something about "carrying"— And with a smirk he turns with her safely in his arms and marches right to their home.]

And I am keen on continuing what we started.

[But once they're inside, and the door is closed...

Rather than continue on straight to their room, he stops in the middle of the foyer and looks at her.]

Unless there is something on your mind?

[Oh. She is a little surprised when he takes them straight home, but she says nothing on it, allowing it to happen. At least they would have more privacy here to continue whatever it is they had started and can always return to the workshop later to finish the rest. The glass could wait. This, it seems, cannot.

She's prepared for him to carry her all the way to their room, words no longer needed for their intentions have been made perfectly clear, but...

...

When he stops and asks her that and looks at her like that, there's the slightest crack in her expression.]

What? Me?

[She averts her eyes to the wall beside them.]

Other than what an eventful day this has already been, nothing more than this.

[...Mmmmhm. She should know by now that he can read her like a book more often than not.]

Oh? Not even about the little chicks?

[He'll slowly start walking again, and while it will be to their bedroom it's clear by the shift in atmosphere that it's not for its original purpose.]

You were quite taken with them.

[She is not even sure why she tried because yes, she does indeed know better...

Can't they just go back to what they were talking about before?

At any rate, she waits until they are in their bedroom before she even answers, if only because she tries to either find the right words, or to find a way out of it completely... which likely won't work given that he has already pretty much figured it out.]

Of course I was. They were little owlets, how could I not be?

[He just continues to watch her with that soft if studious look, watching her carefully as he reaches their bed and sits down with her still in his arms so that she'll end up on his lap.]

While true, I think there was more you were thinking of besides their cuteness.

Oh?

[It was a valiant effort on her part to try and skirt the issue, but...

...

As she is set down in his lap on the bed, she wonders if it is something she would want to skirt around at the end of the day. Embarrassed as she feels right now, there is another thing that she is feeling much more strongly. Something that, as she looks at him, comes at her tenfold, and it makes her own expression soften a touch.]

... I suppose that... I might have had some thoughts, yes.

[With that slight shift, he smiles a little as he adjusts his arms to hold her comfortably.]

And what would those thoughts be?

[Surely he must already know and is simply fishing for an answer?

Silly man. But she will offer him one... after a beat. Because how exactly does she say it all without sounding absolutely mad?

Her arms tighten around his shoulders, and she sighs.]

I suppose I... was feeling a little jealous at first.

[And before he can say anything:]

I know. Silly that I would be of some owls.

[That is way to make her say it herself, yes.]

I wouldn't say it silly per se... After all, I don't think you were jealous of their chicks specifically.

[His expression softens as does his voice as he leans in a little closer.]

It was something else.

[Stop moving in so close...!

Her gaze flicks up to meet his, but it falls away just as quickly.]

Bidowlfin and Willow got to have chicks of their own...

[There's a pause, the way the silence hangs making it fairly obvious where her thoughts are, but in case it isn't—]

I wondered when it would be our turn.

[Her voice is a low, quiet mumble as she buries her face into his neck.]

[It was quite obvious, and he indeed know or at least suspected. From the nest formed from the glass, to seeing Bidowlfin and Willow with their eggs and chicks. It really wasn't too difficult to figure it out, especially as it wasn't the first time he's noticed her softened gaze around children, be it human or animal. A gaze he has noticed more often.

So there is a warmer, softer smile as he chuckles quietly near her ear, arms tightening around her as he also feels a bit melancholic at the same time.]

Hopefully sooner rather than later.

[Hell he'd suggest now if reality made it unwise. His thoughts drifting in that area, his hand slowly runs up and down her back.]

But it will happen one day.

[She chews on her lip, lifting her head from his shoulder to look at him a little more closely, eyes meeting his.]

You always sound so certain of that.

[Ever the optimist...]

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