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[goodform]

Less tired today.

Strange, but things seem to be a lot clearer with dawn, and the subject that's been plaguing me has resolved itself into three bald statements:

I'm needed at home.

Is where I came from truly home?

...I don't want to go back.

This and the fact that I've been told this tomato juice drink is very good for the symptoms caused

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[vicioussweetie]

"She must have you mistaken for another pirate."

[vicioussweetie]

"My husband, Mortimer. Thank you." She takes the cup carefully, letting the tea cool a little before having any.

((Sounds fun! ^.^))

[goodform]

Is your husband - *pause* Is he like you?

((yes, that one was lots of fun ^^ ))

[vicioussweetie]

"A fairy? No. He's human."

((Hopefully I can coax the story out someday.))

[goodform]

*he stirs something that might be sugar into his tankard with a spoon* And Mr Trainor, he is looking forward to the *careful, controlled swallow* joys of fatherhood?

((Heh. If you continue talking to him he'll tell you the story of his life sixteen times over. Loves the sound of his own voice, this one. Especially when he's feeling maudlin))

[vicioussweetie]

"Very much. He's positively giddy at the thought of festive kidlets. Red hair and green skin for ours. Black hair for Sasha's of course." There's very little she likes to talk about more than her kids. Poor man.

((Yay! I love stories.))

[goodform]

*another pause* Green -

*He thinks better of it. The things he's seen since leaving Neverland, both here, in the Nexus and beyond, green skinned sprogs that belong to other people should be the least of his concerns*

Who is Sasha?

((So do I. ^^))

[vicioussweetie]

"Yes, green. Sasha's our wife." She takes a tiny sip of tea. "You're free to ask about that too. I'm sure you'll have questions."

[goodform]

*he sets down his drink carefully, reaches into a pocket of his heavily embroidered coat and pulls out a hipflask*

I think it would be easier on both of us if you simply put it in your own words.

[vicioussweetie]

"It's pretty straightforward. We're all married to one another.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shock you so badly."

[goodform]

*she gets a direct look from the blue eyes* I am not shocked. The last few months, I have been living with - *he stops with a shake of his head and tips something from the flask into his tea* Is this marriage a common thing amongst the fae?

[vicioussweetie]

"It's not unheard of." Her gaze is quiet and unwavering. "Sometimes the groups are larger."

[goodform]

Indeed? *he gives this some thought, then decides it's something he certainly shouldn't think about for too long* And you are...*another carefully controlled swallow of tea* ..happy?

[vicioussweetie]

"Very. Very happy. It isn't always easy, but it's worthwhile."

[goodform]

*he hmmms and sets down the tankard again* Where I come from, faeries keep within their own kind. Mortals aren't marriage partners, they are slabs of dumb meat to tease. *he looks at her assessingly again* Still, where I come from, faeries are a great deal smaller than you...

[vicioussweetie]

She laughs. "Yes, well, we can't all be Tinkerbelle."