#partygcthered

[whomuses]

@partygcthered liked for a starter!

"You're not going to believe it," Gale was nearly babbling, face split open in a bright beam as he hefted Mira in his arms. The baby was a little older than a year, now, wriggling around, arms immediately reaching out for the other. But he couldn't stop smiling. "They just did magic! I saw it! I actually saw it! Caedes has been saying they've been doing little bits for ages but this is the first time I saw it - "

[bearlydruid]

"You're such a pushover," Miri huffed fondly, quietly setting her suitcase down. She's been out of town for the past week, for a difficult client in some legal trouble who paid for her to fly out to the coast. She'd returned from her cab ride home late that night, only to find both boys in her bed, with scant left of the king sized mattress for her tired self. "You realize he's accepted into university. I don't think cosleeping applies anymore." (She wasn't necessarily complaining though. It was a sight very dear to her seeing them curled up like two cats. Thorne had fallen asleep watching TV, drooling all over Halsin's shoulder.) (Also- no I won't stop sending you cute asks)

Halsin often ended up curled up with Thorne. Sometimes they have documentaries on or the occasional movie, although Halsin watches The Great British Bake Off and enjoys cooking shows. Sometimes they're both reading, or have a podcast on, but they had never needed an excuse. "I tried to say the bed wasn't big enough." Halsin teased her back. The idea that far too soon Thorne would be at school and these moments would become more and more rare. "How was it?"

[dvilsdesire-a]

"Call me pookie again and I'll rip your throat out, Haarlep."

Random asks || always accepting

"Then who would make you moan, pookie? Who would feed your guilty pleasures, pookie? Who would make you feel warm and loved at night, pookie? Pookie, pookie, pookie." All the while, Haarlep's tail was happily wagging.

[fiendishfinesse]

"Fuck it, on second thoughts, you can have this too, for some festive spirit," Elyria grinned cheekily. She's only gone and tied a bow round herself...and not a stitch of clothing on. Some pleased voice in the back of her mind sounded irritatingly like Haarlep saying 'good girl'....

He takes in the sight before him—the ribbon, the audacity, the undeniable confidence.

“Well, well… another gift? You truly do spoil me” he hums “A gift wrapped so thoughtfully deserves to be unwrapped with equal care… or perhaps torn apart. Piece by piece.”

He closes the distance slowly, gold eyes glinting with hellfire as his clawed fingers trace the edge of the ribbon, lingering at the knot with teasing intent. His gaze flicks back up to meet hers, smoldering.

“Tell me, my little present… do I get to keep you all to myself tonight, or should I share with our mutual friend? hmm?”

He smirks, sharp teeth catching the light, hinting at Haarlep.

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@partygcthered asked "Oh, you wanna bite, huh?" Thorne was laying on the rug with Mira, tussling with the pint sized dragonborn. (They were winning.) "Well, I can have sharp teeth too, little salamander." Soon enough he was being demoted from tiger to horse, little grabby claws sticking in his fur as he trotted her round the tower, his claws clicking against the stonework.

The dragonborn had come to Reithwin with Gale that morning; the wizard had clearly been very harried. Anyone agreeing to keep an eye on Mira - and, by extention, Caedes - was gratefully accepted, and he had to scurry off to work. He trusted Halsin, and by extention Thorne, totally and utterly. Caedes was sitting nearby as they played; legs tucked up, eyes distant, somewhat hollow. It wasn't the worst state of mind he'd ever been in, of course. But these... empty moments, they weren't uncommon. Less common than they had been. More common than Gale would like; his partner's mind trapped in the miasma of a past he barely remembered and the hells of their journey. The youngling was babbling excitedly, of course, very much enjoying the shapeshifting and transformation going on, delighting in how Thorne was transporting them around. And, of course, fascinated by those who could change shape in such a way.

[whomuses]

@partygcthered liked the permanent starter call -- Caedes had woken up screaming; the moment he realised what was going on, they'd managed to silence their voice, gasping for air. Stumbling out of the bed, his only thought was to get away - they weren't awake yet. The baby was screaming, too, woken by his shouting - hadn't made the connection yet. Head half lost in the fog... he stumbled out of the room, bumping against the door frame.

[whomuses]

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Gale finished wrapping the salve and bandage around his arm with a little sigh. Everything was blurry, seen through a grainy lens, and even though he adored the currently screeching child with every bit of himself-he had a headache. "Why couldn't the biting have happened tomorrow, when your uncles come to visit?" he said tiredly. "I wouldn't terribly mind if you'd gotten Gavin or Garrett..." lies. he'd have felt terrible about it.

"The biting will almost definitely continue tomorrow." Caedes didn't know if he was like this, as a baby.. Didn't know if he'd even had a childhood, or if Bhaal had constructed him as adult. But he was imagining that they would have been encouraged to bite, rather than discouraged... he moved as if to reach in and pick up Mira, to hold them, then - hesitated. Uncertain.

[fiendishfinesse]

"Happy Christmas," she might be coated in suspicious amounts of blood and grinning like a hyena, but she does have in her sticky dainty hands, a glowing infernal box that she's obviously worked to remove the magic from. (A skill she had to work long and hard at watching Raphael to learn) "Don't you want to know what I've procured, beautiful master?" Elyria bats her eyelashes softly. She's definitely stolen him the wand of orcus. And a deck of many things. And plenty plenty of beautiful ornaments for his phsyque that are tailored perfectly to his tastes.

Whiskey-coloured eyes sweep over Elyria, taking in her blood-streaked form. What a sight she makes, he muses, the perfect little warlock. A slow smile curls across his face as one hand reaches out to carefully cradle her chin between thumb and forefinger, possessively. 

“Mm? Happy Yuletide” he purrs, voice thick and syrup-smooth. “You are positively dripping with mischief, my dear, and how stunningly you wear it.” He leans down, pressing an uncharacteristically gentle kiss to her forehead, the barest flicker of tenderness melting through his devilish poise.

Straightening, he casts a knowing glance at the infernal box and eagerly fiddles with its contents. “And such treasures you’ve brought. The Wand of Orcus? A Deck of Many Things? My, my... You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” His grin sharpens as eyes meet hers again. “Tell me, should I reward you for your diligence, or scold you for taking all the fun out of acquiring them myself?”

...He jests, of course. He avoids having to dirty his hands, that’s what she’s for.