DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

(( when the sun sets, we're both the same ))

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[vecna]

[No!! He hugs her tighter and leans back, keeping her in place.]

Sprezzatura. Your things are fine. I promise.

[velluminous]

[ gack ]

I am only wanting to know when they did that!

[vecna]

Why does it matter when they did it?

[velluminous]

Because!

[vecna]

[Ma’am what]

…Okay. Well, I’m pretty sure they’ve made it since we came back from playing in the snow.

[velluminous]

How are they so quick?

...they are clever like their master.

[vecna]

It doesn’t take long to build a “fort” with a couple stacks of books and a sheet thrown over it.

But I’ll take the compliment, anyway.

[velluminous]

You are too clever, sometimes.

[vecna]

Wouldn’t you rather me be clever than stupid?

[Subtly leans his head against her.]

[velluminous]

[ subtle or not, that's the sort of thing Sprezzatura cannot help but to notice. no matter what else. she curls closer, much less subtly. ]

Da. I would be stupid one, otherwise.

[vecna]

[Cute. Well, as expected, he pulls her closer, keeping her snuggled in near. The blanket drapes over them.]

Then trust me when I say I'm clever enough to know when they're up to real trouble. And they're not. You can relax.

[velluminous]

They are... sleeping, you said?

[vecna]

All three of them. Why?

[velluminous]

[ she hums and stretches herself out across his lap, her teacup balanced on her belly, in hand. ]

They are having right idea.

[vecna]

Oh?

[As he looks down at her while she stretches across his lap, there’s the faint sense of his telekinesis keeping that cup steady, too. Just in case.]

Don’t tell me you want to sleep right now.

[velluminous]

Tell me better place for it.

[ if he's helping! then she will happily wriggle about to find a comfortable spot to rest her head. she's gentle, though. ]

What nice view.

[vecna]

[His lap is as comfortable as any other spot! If she’s abandoned her tea completely, he’ll float it over to join its (relatively untouched) brethren nearby.]

Not as nice as mine.

[velluminous]

[ her dwink🥺 ]

No, never. You look upon me, after all.

[vecna]

[She can worry about her dwinky later]

And there can be nothing or no one better to look at. Plus, this…

[His powers playfully lift the blanket up and over his head; like this, angled over her, it’s like they share a private little tent.]

…is a view reserved just for me.

[velluminous]

[ this is so silly, so almost-cute, almost-ridiculous, that she huffs a throaty, raspy laugh. horns are still sticking out, she can feel the cooler air on them. ]

Oh, they are really taking after you after all.

[vecna]

[It is silly, but a part of him (and the part that only she really gets to see) is just sincerely that way. Sometimes.]

With one big difference, though.

[velluminous]

[ gravely: ] Your hair.

[vecna]

[That catches him completely off-guard, and he laughs.]

What? No.

[velluminous]

So, two things then.

[vecna]

Fine. My hair... and the fact that I'm not sleepy at all.