Bags packed.
.........A child in his arms. A bag in Trism's.
....................No plans. They've never needed them, nor have they ever worked out.

Nor.

Candle.
.........
Trism.
....................
Trindle.

His family is with him, the only family he needs. He had other family, but the family he needs, that is another thing entirely ( Read more... )

[ Upstairs, almost a week past: Liir, Trism, and Candle come to an agreement. Or rather, Trism and Candle are sensible while Liir figures out he's a selfish bastard and doesn't care.]

[Upstairs: After the arrival of Candle and everything that happened there, Liir heads upstairs to talk to Trism. A touch of madness, panic by the cupful, and a pinch or two or three of twelve of confusion make for a disjointed bit of discussion and eventually, sleep.]

[warnings for language, uneasy stomaches, and random paranoia]

Blond Dragonmaster at the bar feeding a green baby.

Garion is downstairs. He'd come down earlier for a morning run, had his breakfast right after and then gotten ambushed by a little boy and his wolf. As such, all three ended up on the couch near the fire and because Garion had gotten up a little too early, as had Geran, both had fallen asleep again. Wolf looks mildly aggravated with this turn of ( Read more... )

Trism is on the couch closest to the fire holding a half-empty bottle and a sleeping baby Trindle.

Charlie at the piano, playing something soft and slow.

( the only place that I want to be is in the arms of my baby )

Trism is in front of the fire feeding Trindle. He's singing to her as he does.

{ooc: Trism has a wild talent with his voice and is able to sooth and enrapture animals and small children and Liir. He's not doing it intentionally at the moment, but he might catch your pup's attention with it.}

[Backdated to just after Liir's most recent conversation with Fiyero. Liir and Trism discuss what's hard, what's necessary, and what they won't be doing. Then what they might. No warnings except for awkwardness and a few typos.]

Tick tock old clock
Dragons fly and so does time
Ding dong done wrong
Witches live in song and rhyme

.................................Do re mi fa
.................................How to live and where to go
.................................So la ti do
.................................Choose your path and make it so ( Read more... )