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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[ramuhs]

[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.

[garudas]

[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?

[ramuhs]

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.]

[garudas]

[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?

[ramuhs]

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.]

[garudas]

[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!

[ramuhs]

Maybe I should learn to make cloud jails.

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

[garudas]

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—]

[ramuhs]

[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?

[garudas]

[And she adjusts to accommodate him.]

Inside of a cloud?

[ramuhs]

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

[garudas]

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?

[ramuhs]

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

[garudas]

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.

[ramuhs]

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

Mid is already proof of that.

[garudas]

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

[ramuhs]

[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.

[garudas]

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.

[ramuhs]

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

What, raising Mid?

[garudas]

[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.

[ramuhs]

[....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.]

[garudas]

[Yes, there he goes, deflecting, and Benedikta can already pick up on it. And while she will not push it—]

You think so, but I do not agree. I find all aspects of my husband quite interesting.

[Yet why does he not want to speak of it?]

[ramuhs]

[He's just never really been one to talk about himself, is he? And it's not as if he's trying to keep anything a secret, or is so against it. So there's just a low hum before he shifts so that he can lie next to her more comfortably, his arm draped over her waist.]

What, the common tale of a poor boy who had to grow up and survive?

[There's a wry grin as he cants his head slightly.]

[garudas]

[No, he is not... and she wishes to change that. For all the time that they spend together, there are times when she wants to know what he is thinking and feeling. Wants to know more about him. And perhaps spend more time with him as a result of that. So when he turns them so that they're lying side by side, she brushes her fingers over his cheek fondly.]

Is that how it begins? Though, I know that it does not stay so common.

[It's special because it's him!!!]

[ramuhs]

[A small chuckle as he glances down briefly, thinking of how much to say and what to say.]

No. Not everyone becomes a Dominant.

[Another cheeky grin because he knows that's not what she means. Relaxing a bit, he leans closer towards her.]

My parents were servants to an old lord in the Outer Continent. As you know, magic and aether doesn't exist there so while livable, it was harder. So despite serving a "lord," it didn't mean much. Was only good enough to have a roof over our heads and a basic meal on the table.

But in those days, "enough" could be considered a luxury.