#leuthor

[ask-germance]

Hey, Louise, babies aside, do you have any scars? If yes, do you please mind telling us about them?

Louise: Ja, I’ve got some scars, I don’t really mind them much anymore. They’re mainly from old wars, some from training and others from miscellaneous accidents. I’ve got one pretty nasty scar running down my left side above my hip, back from the war between the Old Empire and France. I was impaled with Francis’ sword when I pushed Gilbert out of the way. But it was almost 150 years ago now, so it’s scarred over for the most part.Francis: mm… I’m still really sorry about that.Louise: Liebe, it was years ago now, I forgive you. I know it wasn’t what you intended, and it was war, things happen that follow us… I forgave you long ago.Francis: I know… but I still feel terrible for leaving a mark on the beautiful love of my life. *takes her hand* I don’t think I’ll ever truly have repentance for my horrible sins!Louise: Come on, Francis, you’re overreacting. *pats his head* It’s not that bad. And we’re countries, time really does heal everything for us… So anyway, I have many scars, but some aren’t very noticeable and are easy to cover up. They were just flesh wounds, for the most part.Francis: I still have a scar… from the day you stole my heart~Louise: *sighs and punches his arm* dumbkoff… *smiles and blushes a bit*Francis: Owie… I deserve that, but I also can’t help it.

Leuthor: mm… *getting fussy again in the other room*Louise: I’ve got him. *getting up*Francis: It’s alright, you can rest up.Louise: Are you sure?Francis: I’ve got it all under control. Trust me.Louise: *chuckles* Alright, good luck in there.Francis: I don’t need luck, he’s our child. *gets up and goes to the other room*

Louise: …Leuthor tends to prefer the care of women over men. He never cried when I hold him, but if Francis or Gilbert pick him up-

Leuthor: mm… WAAHHH!!Francis: Mon dieu…! *tries rocking him*

Louise: …he does not approve. *gets up and goes to help him*

[ask-germance]

Are you guys gonna do anything for Halloween with the babies? Like decorating or costumes or something?

Francis: Well… We did put together a little something. Nothing too big~

Louise: Happy Halloween, everyone. Only 365 days until next Halloween~Francis: Oui. In case it wasn’t obvious… We went as Peter Pan, Wendy, and the Raccoon Twins~

((First Halloween with the babies~))

[ask-germance]

Imagine as Francis carrying his twins sons.

((Tada! Don’t they look so cute~ Sorry if this took to long to make. As you can tell, the yellow marker we use was getting a bit dry, but we did our best to finish it. ;u; ))

[ask-germance]

((New icon, who this?? Lol, just kidding, please enjoy the art~))

[ask-germance]

So now that you have to babies, do you breast feed them or bottle feed them?

[ask-germance]

Can you tell about the babies personality and appearance?

((They’re adorable little s****, that’s for sure. We’ll have to see how they develop, but as far as their baby personalities, they’re pretty unique from one another in terms of patience and temperament. Remmi is pretty happy baby, and Leuthor is calm but can be fussy at times.))

[swallowpitted]

where are your cufflinks?

Of course, Lena looks good. It has never been a matter of not, just a matter of how good, really, and despite having been specifically requested to come along to this little shindig (Lena’s words, not anyone else’s which is evident by the sheer volume of bow ties and haute couture in the room) as Supergirl, Kara still feels woefully underdressed. The cape and boots are still speckled with alleyway from a mugging downtown about half an hour ago and there’s some seams coming loose along her left bicep, and even one of the shoulder clips is wonky from overuse: it adds up to awkwardness standing in front of a bunch of billionaires. She doesn’t feel very much like the hero she is supposed to be, more like a lemon in a bowl of oranges (or whatever the saying is).

Lena of course approaches her the second she lands, winding an arm into hers, and leads her away from the madding crowd that seems chomping at the bit to say hello or to pitch some new idea that maybe she’d be interested in if she had zero self respect, murmuring in her ear who people are as they pass. The only name Kara really recognises of the bunch is Bruce Wayne and that’s only because Lena waves at him in that subtle, friendly way she does when she’s trying not to let on how close they are; Kara remembers that she isn’t supposed to care about things like that right now and silently bites the inside of her cheek. Supergirl doesn’t get jealous. Supergirl doesn’t keep track of Ms. Luthors private life.

(By the little raise of a dark eyebrow, she isn’t very successful.)

“If I’d known it was so fancy, I would’ve dressed up a little,” she tries to sound somewhat more confident than she feels and offers a smile. It could be the party or the situation or the fact that Lena’s neckline starts a foot from her chin, but Kara swears the other woman leans into her a little more. Baiting her to look down.

“You’re dressed up enough for me.”

Why don’t you flirt with Kara this much when I could actually do something about it?

[swallowpitted]

is this how you get your kicks? sneaking up on girls in the dark?

the kissing is a new thing and it still takes kara by surprise; not as if she is completely caught off guard or anything, it's more like she still cannot believe she gets to do it whenever she wants. and it always seems to be followed by the softest look - endeared would be the world she would use if this were an article or manuscript, deeply amused by the shock and awe campaign being waged via lena's mouth.

so yeah. a new thing.

but kara gets bold. they aren't exactly throwing each other up against walls or anything, it's been a handful of dinner dates (real ones this time! not just lunch at the office, but actual candles and reservations and kara bought two new shirts last week that had to come with nia and alex's approval, because you have the worst sense of fashion of anyone i've ever met) and even a little light handholding.

tonight was an informal invite to watch some old movies and eat profiteroles and chinese food, and instead of sittign adamantly at either end of the couch, kara elects to get a little closer. close enough that she can put her arm around lena in a not very friendly way. close enough that when lena gets up to get popcorn around about the time marty mcfly gets in the delorean, kara gets the sudden urge to just. grab her. pull her back down and into her lap and kiss her. because she can. and kara is bold.

lena looks at her breathless and laughs. is that how you get your kicks? sneaking up on girls in the dark?