#blakkxwar

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((*flings Industrial Revolution ship at*

Phew! Took some time finishing this up, and even then I think there’s a whole lotta mistakes in this. ;u;

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[thaddiusblakk]

He had to admit that Fae was indeed a sly creature of her own right, long after she had passed that title of hers on. Than again, 'War' would never leave her system, this he knew simply in understanding the amount of her life that had been dedicated to the art. He understood it even more within the last half hour, when she 'sneakily' dropped a sealed envelope on the desk while she leaned over it to give her typical greeting.

Clawed finger on the head of the cane tapped it idly, a sort of subconscious stress relief as he pulled out the cardstock invitation. 'End of the Year Gala', was it? Eyebrow quirked at the scroll font, particularly the little note at the bottom.

Come In Theme!

It had admittedly been a long time since he had attended any sort of social function, long before his first real trip into the Deep Caverns. Back when he had only been a partially-Bane'd human man, relatively normal in terms of aesthetic. Most of the well-to-do in Slugterra hadn't seen him since then. This change, it would be a ...surprise, to say the least.

The hint was automatically understood; she wanted to go, but not alone. Really, who better to ask to be her escort than he? It gave him a chance to stretch himself out, put the villainous tendencies in the back pocket for a night, and spend some time with his wife in a setting they both were familiar with.

Momentary pause, very little time to really think about it before he steadied himself to stand. Striding with the prominent limp across the floor toward the door of the room, he pulled free the tablet he kept with him still, even after Xerxes' ascension. Two taps to the screen were given before it was put to his ear.

"...Bring the private car around, if you would. Set destination for two caverns west. I have an old friend I need to pay visit to."

With confirmation, the tablet was replaced where he usually kept it, unsurprised to find the Prussian menace in question sitting close to the door in the hall. Red-ringed gaze centered on her, shoulders squaring off as though asserting some form of dominance. Though admittedly, even he couldn't resist that questioning glitter in those abyssal blues of hers.

"Yes."

It was all that was needed, that one word, to set her face to split, her body to twirl about and clack with little effort down the hall, an almost childish giggle on her voice. To see her in such high spirits...

...He may have smiled as he started after her. Just a bit.

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War/Blakk

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor Neither and both; it depends on how tired they are to care, regardless of War's seemingly inherent need to keep things meticulously organized

forgets to run the dish washer Thaddius; War hits it on the way by

pumps gas for the car Thaddius, unless War says she either wants to or he has something to deal with on the premises and leaves it to her

drives when they’re going somewhere Definitely Thaddius; he won't admit it, but War's driving gives him a heart attack

rearranges the furniture War, to both prove she can and to be a general asshole when Thad's been working too long

falls asleep with the TV on War, usually asleep on Thad, who probably isn't paying any attention to it at all anyway

gets to use the bathroom first First? Neither one cares if the other is in there with them, save very very few instances

decides the temperature for the ac/heater It's a constant silent battle over the ambient temperature

sets up holiday decorations War, and only minimally. Sometimes, she drags a reluctant Thad into it

leaves the lights on War, just to piss him off and get him moving when he's been working too long

uses the bathroom with the door open So long as it's just them, they both really don't care

fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber) Thaddius. Unless it's something he literally can't fix, then War drops his pride on its head and calls an expert

because these two buttheads

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Drabble Excerpt~

Sending in an excerpt from the latest drabble, a pair of prompts from both princeofmints and zayleefoxx, fit together to create Pomp and Circumstance [the title was a joke until I realized it fits well enough]. So! Enjoy a few paragraphs of OlderThaddiusxWar.

Even in his creeping age, Thaddius knew when she was coming. It wasn't the faint rustling of silk, the chime of finely-wrought metal, or the click of the heel supports that alerted him. He just knew. Than again, when he thought back, it had been just passed twenty years they had been together, give or take the several it took for him to manage his way back to her, broken and bruised. This simple instinct should be standard by now.

The silk skirt swirled around her lofted ankles as she came into his space, his head turning to acknowledge her arrival. Lovely woman with her proudly postured height and the subtle curve of her body from bearing his sons, her mere presence still enough to command long after she had left her title with their youngest. She had aged well, striding with that same practiced elegance of her twenties, even now in her forties, her features chiseled and filled by time's gentle caress to best fit with the delicate chains, dangling jewels, and detail-engraved metal prominent in her cultural roots. Certainly, it was lavish, though it still did not detract from her inherent ability to turn heads and silently demand control. This was one reason of many that he fell for her, too many years prior now to accurately remember.

His attention diverted from glittering hems on skirts and veils up to her scarred visage, the abyssal blue eyes with concentrated, hardened glare. When she caught him looking at her, her gaze moved to meet his red-rimmed green, softening just slightly with a spark of recognition. Her shoulders relaxed and her calculated marching steps were slowed to a halt, her face breaking into a small gentle smile of greeting. It was enough for him to mirror the expression, construing such as invitation to join her. A few limping steps were taken toward her, counterpointed by the click of his aiding cane, his unoccupied hand reaching up to cup one side of her head with little effort. She leaned into the touch, eyes closing just briefly in comfortable content before she broke the opening silence.

"T'addius..."

It was simple, just his name. By now, the accent was more than familiar, having embedded itself into the fibers of his life. He no longer had to strain to understand what she was talking about and he had picked up a few words of the languages she muttered in thought or spit in venomous spite. Her name, on the other hand, still eluded him regularly, not so much by old age than from calling her 'War' for the last few decades. Even now, he had to think of it, though the pause was getting shorter every time he used it.

"...Fae..."

Her smile grew wider at that. "You actually remembered mein name zis time."

He scoffed, his face drawing long with indignation. "Of course I did. I have a bad hip, not Alzheimer's."

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Domestimeme Mark II

I love this one. It's had me in fits of giggles. For all my Industrial Revolution fans out there, have another Domestimeme.

Who cooks: This one was answered in the first one I did for these two. Thaddius [indirectly] does it, given War's penchant for blowing up the kitchen when she even thinks of trying.

Who does the laundry and other chores: For someone who can barely work a toaster without turning it into a ticking timebomb, War's meticulous attention to detail ensures that things are done right the first time. At least to her standards; there are a few Thaddius finds rather lax and he ends up redoing them to his when she's not looking.

How many children do they have: Two. Both sons, Xerxes and Marius Blakk.

Who’s more dominant: Although she fights him on it, Thaddius is.

Favorite nonsexual activity: Reading, mostly. Particularly if she's snugged up next to him.

Their favorite place to be together: Somewhere quiet, private, without the kids or someone hitting the metaphoric Panic Button.

Any traditions: Thaddius has pretty much denounced them in favor of his own routine, though he quietly 'puts up with' a few of hers. While he seems to enjoy the singing bit, he could do without the Henna bit.

Their “song”: They don't have one in-character, but Mun has a playlist for them.

What they do for each other on holidays: Depending on the holiday in question. Thaddius pretty much stays out of it, but lets her enjoy herself to her fullest.

Where did they go for their honeymoon: Retirement

Where did they first meet: Funny story, that one. He'd suffered a devastating blow to his private train at the time and was blaming it on her.

Any pets: Technically, her Slugs sort of count as pets, right? I would say his Grimmstone, but he doesn't exactly treat it like one.

What do they fight over: Also detailed in the first one. Mostly, it's something trivial and small, like a clash in ideologies. Anything bigger usually pertains to her coming up in pieces [in some way or another] and him having to put her back together or him burying himself too far in work during her visitations.

Do they go on vacations, if so where: Not really at first, but retirement opens up a full line of lounging about and enjoying the basic luxuries of life.

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"You hit your head and you've been out for two days." - Prompt. Ladies choice as to the details.

*Cracks knuckles* Let’s do dis

There was a dull throb, rising steadily into a more prominent notice. The typical subsonic thrum in the back of her mind was soon drowned out by it, escalating to a point it drew a noise out of her. Her voice was raspy, cracked, likely from disuse, a loud ringing beginning to overtake her hearing.Low voice pierced the gloom, echoing first and pushing the ringing noise back before it focused. “You’re finally waking up. This is good.”Eyes fluttered open before shutting again, quickly. The light hurt, caused the dull throb to jump to a sharp pain, a small whimper escaping. There was a slight pressure to her forehead, light filtering through her eyelids blocked. Sweet relief…"You hit your head." That low rumble of a voice, slight lilt of surprised amusement as though he could not believe she could take such a blow. "You’ve been out for two days."Her brow furrowed, partially against the pain and partially in thought. Either way, it didn’t help much, only made the throbbing headache worsen just slightly. Or maybe that was just the thinking.Carefully, she let her eyes open again, her vision fuzzy before beginning to focus. She caught sight of the leather on the glove of one hand, shielding her gaze from the harsh light in what she recognized as his private living quarters. At least she knew her memory wasn’t too badly damaged…Her attention turned down to her right arm, eyes taking note first of the tube running from her lower arm. He followed her gaze, head shifting slowly."Ah. Yes. When you did not wake after the first day, I had you put on a drip." His free hand moved, still slow, to the flow control on the tube. "With how much you consumed within the first several hours of being on it, I can honestly say I’m surprised you hadn’t dropped dead from dehydration."She made a noise, distressed in opposition to the obvious medical attentions, before trying to lift her left hand in an attempt to remove the tube from her. His free hand was brought around, wrapped over her left."Don’t try to force yourself to move or speak. Get your bearings properly, we will do another check later." It was very matter-of-fact and solid, meant to dispel any attempt at rebellion, both physical and verbal. "I do have a few matters to attend, but I will be back."Carefully, the shading hand was pulled from its place, causing her to flinch just lightly as the light brightened against sensitive eyes. With a click, the light dimmed to more tolerable levels, allowing her eyes to open again without worsening the brewing migraine.The leather of his gloves, the calloused pale fingers gently cradling her face felt cooler than usual. Perhaps she was feverish? The thought was interrupted, notice taken of the small smile spreading across his face.Relief.Perhaps he let it out right when he thought she couldn’t quite comprehend her surroundings. Even in the light kiss placed against her forehead, there was an almost uncharacteristic tenderness. In that simple movement, she was aware enough to pick up the pent worry built in the past couple days, dispelled in a single act of mild affection.He held the spot for the moment before speaking again, sitting back, composure returned. “Unfortunately, progression does not stop for head trauma.” He rose to stand, leaving a glancing squeeze on her right hand. “I will see to it Maurice keeps an eye on you. Until I return.”She offered a small smile of her own, as much as she could, in reassurance before he shut the door to begin the maintenance of his empire proper. By the time Maurice arrived on his rounds, she had already dozed again.

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To those who follow and support BlakkxWar:

The pairing finally has an official ship-title. We're calling it Industrial Revolution.

because

that is all