Anything but a Statue | Holiday Drabble
Happy Holidays @serpentinexfire here you go! For Mors/Rina on @crystalwards. Just threw a little thing together, hope you like!
“Eloped, divorced for a more respectable union to produce Regis, widowered, wed again a little less illicitly, and I think the council has finally started to come around to you, dove. Either that or they've finally gotten your number and want to tweak your nose,” Mors greeted her as he walked into their rooms, part of him still smug over the fact that he could call them theirs, now.
Even if she kept a place separate to get away from Citadel life and to raise their daughter, often with Tigridia. Their golden daughter who had his magic and Rina's scathing wit and none of the obligations placed on her younger brother or Clarus.
As Rina looked up from what she'd been reading, Mors swooped in, giving her a gentle kiss, his eyes bright. “The Council tried to get me to build not just one, but three statues in your honor for the holidays. As my queen, however absent from public life, they thought you deserved it,” he slid on by, pouring both of them drinks from the liquor cabinet before returning to sit beside her on the couch.
He left it hanging there for half a moment, eyes twinkling. “I talked them into, instead, funneling money into a new community center and programs in Little Galahd, for you. It's in your name, there'll even be a little portrait of you up in the lobby. I'm sure Tig will help you steal it if it's too obnoxious. We can put one of little Reggie's drawings up,” he wasn't overly paternal of their children, but even he found it vaguely endearing when Regis had gone through his drawing the family phase as a boy and sketched out Tigridia, Rina, and himself. The boy had never had the time to attach to his biological mother, much.
His own depictions often showed him as a strange skeleton king, but honestly that actually warmed him to his son.
Taking a long drink of his wine, he relaxed, smiling softly at his wife. “And I'll be buying you an actual gift as well, of course, something that has nothing to do with ostentatious gestures. Though I still need your help on Silas' gift. Because if I don't come up with something soon I really will just buy him that fabric company he likes so much so he doesn't have to pay for them anymore. And not just because I want to see your father's face if I hand him a company.”