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

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...]

Why wouldn't I be?

[He leans in close enough so that their noses just lightly brush against each other as his eyes never waver and remain locked on hers.]

After everything we've been through...amd how far we've come now, you think I wouldn't make this happen, either?

That we can't overcome it together?

[While many would consider Cid a successful man, he always believed that when it came to his personal life and on the things he personally wanted, he had been a failure in his last life. Made too many mistakes, blind to the truth where it mattered. That is why in this life, in a different world and different time, he worked and pushed harder for his own self.

And she, here, in his arms with their rings on each other's fingers, is proof of that. No longer will he allow his own desires to be pushed aside, to lose what is most precious without trying. So that if he does fail, at least he tried and didn't give up.

Of course, there are many things he has no control over when it comes to making a child, but of the things he can try and affect, he will. And that includes those pesky rifts.]

Edited 2025-07-02 23:50 (UTC)

I do think we can.

[She looks him in the eyes as she says it because she does mean it—she believes it. But there are some days where she wonders, some days where she worries that maybe it is a wish that is too far out of their reach, no matter what they do. But then he comes swooping in, the man that he is, and changes her mind with a few mere words and a smile.

Though, when has he not?]

But is it so terrible that I wish to have it sooner?

[His eyes gleam as he moves in so that now his lips brush against hers.]

Should we try for it now?

[It is said a little playfully, but... The sentiment is genuine as well.]

Now?

[She does not mean for the laugh she huffs out against his lips to sound as shy as it does.]

That depends on what it is you had in mind for us...

It would certainly go along with what I have in mind.

[He kisses her, but it's a soft, almost playful kiss. Light, feathery, sweet. However, rather for seduction it's more to help reassure and coax her a bit as his eyes soften a bit.]

However, I don't think that's exactly what you were thinking.

[She pulls back from that kiss, but it leaves a smile on her lips as she looks at him.]

Oh? And what do you think I was thinking?

[A quiet laugh as his hand reaches up to gently brush away the loose strands of her hair.]

Just that as more time goes by, you are looking forward to that future we envisioned before.

Edited 2025-07-03 03:52 (UTC)

Mm, I feel that is only natural.

[Her eyes fall shut at the feel of his hand in her hair, and she leans into that touch further.]

It does not help that so many things continue to remind me of it, but...

[She opens an eye to peer at him.]

I am not the only one who is?

No, you are not.

[He continues to gently stroke her hair and let his fingertips brush against her skin, that warm feeling only growing more steadily.]

Just like you, it's hard not to be reminded or think of it.

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