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[fxraoise-blog]

[The crying snaps her out of her sleepy daze, her mind frantically trying to wake itself up to understand the situation. She’s... She’s crying ? She’s crying, something’s wrong... The concern grips her, and as Lady clings tighter to her, she wraps her up in a tight, gentle embrace.]

Lady...? Lady, what happened...? H-hey...

[Her voice is soft and gentle as she begins to soothingly stroke her hair, nuzzling her gently.]

It’s okay, I’m here. It’s alright. You’re safe.

[deathmaarch]

 -- @nascentesxmorimur

    Babe. Motions were quiet, almost fluid as he mindlessly wandered. Listless legs carrying him anywhere but there; unsure of exactly where he would end up, but trusting that it would be where he needed to go. For a good half an hour or so all that could be heard were minuscule sound effects; the flick of his lighter in preparation of the next intake, soft inhales through the nose while the world seemed peaceful for a dim minute, even a crisp trill now and then as the ring Sky had given him was spun back and forth - an unconscious habit he hadn’t even realized he’d picked up while consistently overthinking. 

 Still he remained walking, floating aimlessly through the small community they’d sustained. Eventually he found himself stepping foot through the front door of his uncles neighboring home, of Sky’s home, and only when he felt the soft thud of key against his chest had he realized where his mind (his heart?) were taking him. A casual greeting here and there were exchanged, restless steps fading to calmer, hopeful anticipation. Anticipation that she would be there, and not on her way out the door. Hopeful that he would get to spend some of this night just enjoying her presence without timed limitation. 

  Then she was there, much to his relief. Nestled in bed engrossed in one of the novels they’d picked up on their last run, loosely draped in a t-shirt much too big for her frame. He’d waited a moment for her to notice his lingering, crossing the room in short strides until he reached his ultimate destination (until he reached home). Sliding atop the covers to join her where she lay; arms wrapping snugly around her waist, one leg draped between knees and his head finding solace atop her chest. He wouldn’t interrupt her reading, he just wanted to be here right now - if she was alright with that.   

[misfitprideland]

@powerof3in1.

  Shh..shh. Don’t cry, Princess. Thankfully, the single wail had subsided to a duller, lower pitched whine as he held the child warmly against bare chest. Vibrations soothing their child as hummed what appeared to be her favorite song recently, a soft rubbing of her back calming her storm. Just like her mum. Rarely ever did Poppy wake in the middle of the night anymore, but when she did Prue was typically alert within moments. She’d woken for the initial stir but had, after some convincing, nestled back to bed once assured that he had the fussy infant under control. She’d had a rather long day beforehand and needed the rest, so it didn’t take long for her to fall back asleep. Maybe, with a bit of luck, she would even sleep in until eight this morning.

  You’re a bit early, sweetheart, followed by the traditional hungry..hungry, I know. Oh, he knew. She was half his daughter, after all. Perhaps her unplanned wake was beneficial, giving him time to calm the early riser before preparing Prue’s special morning. We’ve got a lot of work to do, you know.

  It hadn’t taken long to soothe the baby back her normal state; now alert as ever, but seemingly quiet as she watched, curiously with vibrant green eyes, everything he was doing. Occasionally she would grasp for whatever was in his hand - typically the brighter colored objects (to which he found his cub occupied for near ten minutes with a bright green measuring cup set). Easy enough and rather typical for a child of Prue. Remember, mum loves cinnamon, but not too much or she makes that silly scrunchy face. The demonstration of said face got a chuckle from the youngling, her own little features twisting into something out of a Disney movie. Danny continued as he was; engaging the cub as much as he could to prevent her from getting bored and causing a ruckus, but effectively catering to breakfast all the same.

  A thumb full of flour was swiped across the child’s nose, garnering a giggle from her, and a much earned flower child pun from Dad. Followed by the tasting of the strawberries, of course. She couldn’t do much but lick them, but still seemed to enjoy herself all the same as various scents and flavors greeted her senses. He would do this right, he was determined. Crepes, homemade. Strawberry with homemade cream filling and powdered topping. Vanilla french toast with that hint of cinnamon that Prue loved, a bowl of fruit and turkey bacon (for his health conscious wife) complete with not just a fresh pot of coffee, but a specially crafted cinnamon dolce straight out of her new toy would await her arrival, too. But this was just the beginning. This was just breakfast. Wait until mummy sees what you made for her, she’s gonna love it. Grasping the little’un’s toes lightly, a smile illuminated the lion’s face as he lifted their daughter from her captive bouncy seat. Of course, he had to toss a few strips of turkey bacon to the dog child, too. God forbid he be ridden of any human food.

  And there it was. Nearly five minutes to eight, and dual set of ears perked as they heard the early signs of stirring from their bedroom. Ready to go get’ter? The baby was carried airplane style through the hall, given a moment to settle before entering and burst through the door to find a sleepy, yet still smiling little witch sprawled across their massive bed. Poppy did her best to crawl across the blanket pile, assisted by her mom and greeted with a big kiss to each side of her cheeks. “Good morning, mum. Ready for your special day?”

[theseaandshore]

[you know what time it is]

[its time to make one metric fuckton of christmas cookies.]

[gotta stock up. go big or go home losers.]