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

[And he will gladly give them—]

Your eyes, for one, and your hair. Your nose your ears, and if it's a girl then we're in trouble. I'll have to chase away even more pests.

[He'll at least get some practice with Mid—]

But they will be undoubtedly charming and quick witted.

[She laughs at each one, shying away from his gaze all while preening at the same time, and she nuzzles into his neck.]

And I suppose you think that they will get their charm and quick wit from you?

[She nips gently and playfully at him, almost like she's scolding him for it.]

If we are to have a boy, then we may have a heartbreaker on our hands. It will be up to me to chase away all the girls.

[He just bears a smug smile regardless, his eyes gleaming.]

Where else? Although if we combined ours together, then perhaps we'll just have troublesome children all around. Hopefully at least one of them will be interested in engineering.

I am almost certain of it. They would not be your children otherwise.

[Her heart and her chest—hell, all of her feels warm at the thought, as images flash through her mind of what that sort of life might look like in front of her eyes. And when she pulls back to see his smile, her gaze softens.]

It is hard to imagine you ever not being interested in it...

[Which is why she would find it hard to believe that any child raised by him would not also be keen on it. Look at Midadol, and they do not even share the same blood. Imagine what it might be like if they do! She's in trouble, isn't she?]

[Oh she is in a world of trouble as he laughs quietly.]

Oh they will be surrounded with it. To the point I fear they may grow sick of it.

[A slight louder laugh. No, if Mid is anything to go by, the legacy will indeed continue.]

What I may have to worry about is them trying to fly before they can walk.

[Benedikta might get sick of it all before any of them do—

But she presses a dramatic hand to her chest.]

Surely you are not looking at me for that? Do you suppose they will sprout wings as infants?

Who else is going to take them flying while trying to get them to sleep?

[A wry look.]

But if they do, I may have to question their biology. Not cheating on me for a bird, are you?

[His fingers dig into her sides as he leans in threatening close.]

[She squeals with a giggle, his fingers tickling her, and she wraps her arms tighter around him as she rolls her shoulder in a bit of a shrug.]

Perhaps you should learn how to grow wings. Though, the thought of them riding on clouds like you did is quite amusing, don't you think?

Just as amusing as them rolling off them!

[And as if to add a dramatic spin, he wraps his arms around and rolls them onto the bed, flipping her over to be beneath him.]

[Her laugh is loud throughout their bedroom, her hair splaying out beneath her as she smiles up at him, eyes shimmering with both love and amusement as her hand reaches up to brush his hair back.]

We would be there to catch them, silly. Better than them just floating about!

Maybe I should learn to make cloud jails.

[A low mutter as he starts to tease her with his hands and lips, tickling her.]

Hm?

[She arches a brow at him, catching his lips with her own as she snaps her legs around his hips in an attempt to get him to stop with the tickling.]

And how would those work?

[And is that for them, or for her? Because right now, she feels like it's for her—]

[He'll just play with her lips instead, light brushes and nibbles as his arms move to slip more beneath her.]

I don't know yet, but I'll figure something else. A nice padded place where they can roll around and not hurt themselves?

[And she adjusts to accommodate him.]

Inside of a cloud?

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What's so wrong with that? Might actually be revolutionary for all parents.

Were you not the one who, only moments ago, chided me for suggesting they ride on clouds?

[She laughs and nips at his lip in return.]

And now you wish to lock them up in one?

At least they would be contained. If they're just riding on an open cloud they could roll right off.

So you are going to subject them to cloud prison.

[She snorts, and then it turns into a full blown laugh.]

And what will happen when you cannot maintain them anymore? They escape and chaos descends upon us.

It's only for when they still can't walk. After that, well, there's no containing them.

Mid is already proof of that.

Ah, the horrors that we had to face when Midadol learned to walk...

[There's just the briefest flicker of a bittersweet look before she shakes it off with a laugh.]

You must have been a little devil as a child? Surely it has to all come from somewhere

[With him so close, it's hard for him to not notice that slight change in expression, and he'll watch her for a moment before he chuckles.]

What, me? Why, I was a model child.

Were you? And yet you would raise these little devils.

[He is going to be the dad that gives her gray hairs, isn't he...

But a thought crosses her mind, and she tilts her head up at him.]

You never did tell me much about what it was like.

[He's still wearing that amused smile as he looks at her curiously.]

What, raising Mid?

[A little shake of her head, and her fingers curl into his hair again, brushing softly and idly.]

No. You growing up... your childhood.

[She chews on her lip for a moment.]

... Mine is never worth sharing, but yours? I know very little about it.

[....Ah.

There's a contemplative look at that, his eyes drifting for a moment before returning to hers.]

It's not that interesting of a story.

[There he goes, deflecting... Though in many ways he doesn't really think it so interesting. Or perhaps, not so important.]

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