And when we fall
Who: Chase and Uther
What: Mother's Day
When: Afternoon
Where: The castle
Rating: Low?
Status: Private/Incomplete
( We will fall together )
What: Mother's Day
When: Afternoon
Where: The castle
Rating: Low?
Status: Private/Incomplete
( We will fall together )
Days after ones like this were usually marked by marathons of trying to figure out the Stein Bus' temporal-spacial GPS, which while supposedly calibrated to work in this universe had proven easily interfered with by whatever was responsible for the town's general Twin Peaks style weirdness.
It was only when Elionwy pulled on his shirt that he turned to see the result of their efforts, and what little control he'd gained faltered.
"Hey, awesome! Is that me and Old Lace too?"
'Shit don't cry, you're not gonna cry, Not when Gwydion's a sympathy crier...'
Elionwy motioned for Chase to lean down, one tiny hand waving until she could cup it and whisper in his ear like her father had done a moment ago.
"Daddy told us to, but we were gonna do it anyway." She smiled as coyly as a small child could: most of it was in her eyes, a bright mischievous glitter that shone like starlight in their depths.
Chase's eyes darted up to Uther, a swell of painfully fierce affection cresting over him; misting his eyes no matter how much he willed them to stay clear. He was pretty sure his mouth was hanging open a little too.
Ever the one to say the things Chase never could, Old Lace bumped Uther affectionately between the shoulderblades, trilling softly.
But for once, Chase found he had words for this.
"Thanks, all of you I...mean it." He squeezed the twins to himself and stood, hoisting them back onto the kitchen chairs.
"You know your majesty," he smiled tightly, "one of these days I'm gonna figure out what I did to deserve this."
Reply
Leave a comment