Characters: AU!Beryl [PGSM], OU!Jadeite [PGSM] Where: Ci-Pente, "transformed" into the Earth Kingdom. When: During the Hope Plot~! ♥ Summary: Jadeite and Beryl's shared Hope Warnings: Utter cuteness. No really.
Whether she'd been awake or not a moment before (she had been, lazily enjoying Jadeite's voice in her ear, the tiny kisses, the caresses), it became obvious Beryl was awake now as her children - the beautiful and treasured Prince and Princess of Earth - clamored for their mother, its queen, who lay beside her husband and consort, its king.
The morning would likely be taken up by diplomatic meetings and appointments, the afternoon by overseeing her children at their lessons and training alongside the children of the other shitennou (they seemed to take relentlessly after their fathers, she sometimes thought, and smiled), the evening by a fine dinner. Gone, gone were the desperate and serious days of the wars. Everything was right. A renewed Silver Millenium, it was called by those who remembered.
Beryl opened her arms to accept the two rambunctious royals, held them both just a little longer than necessary before releasing them.
"Your children rise early," she commented to the blond man.
Jadeite smiled again as the two children hugged their mother, then climbed over and around her to get to their father. He took the little girl into his lap, smoothing back a stray curl absently as his wife spoke. "They do," he answered her. He glanced to the two children. "You've not given your aide a hard time this morning, have you?" When both of them shook their head in unison in utter solemnity, Jadeite gave the two a somewhat stern look he'd developed after the children had grown up some, one the woman beside him enjoyed teasing him for
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"Not before a decent hour of the morning. They're all yours before that." Beryl gave Jadeite an arch look and smile before she couldn't help laughing, ducking her head down a little and covering her mouth with a hand. She languidly slipped further beneath the coverings, bringing a pillow with her.
There was a sidelong glance at Jadeite before his wife nestled up against him, possibly out of desire for him or desire to make him let her stay in bed awhile longer.
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The morning would likely be taken up by diplomatic meetings and appointments, the afternoon by overseeing her children at their lessons and training alongside the children of the other shitennou (they seemed to take relentlessly after their fathers, she sometimes thought, and smiled), the evening by a fine dinner. Gone, gone were the desperate and serious days of the wars. Everything was right. A renewed Silver Millenium, it was called by those who remembered.
Beryl opened her arms to accept the two rambunctious royals, held them both just a little longer than necessary before releasing them.
"Your children rise early," she commented to the blond man.
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There was a sidelong glance at Jadeite before his wife nestled up against him, possibly out of desire for him or desire to make him let her stay in bed awhile longer.
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