DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[velluminous]

[

... the sudden surge of not wanting to dismantle it, despite her instinct towards stress. those tomes ...! ]

Little builders, them.

[vecna]

[He practically feels that rolling off of her, and laughs lightly.]

Don't tell me you're changing your mind.

[velluminous]

[ ouuuugh ]

No! Stop laughing.

[vecna]

[ :) ]

Then wait for me on the bed for now, and I'll move them.

[velluminous]

...

... It is. Impressive.

[vecna]

[She's so cute.]

...It is, isn't it? But your books...

[velluminous]

[ herrrrr... books.

at his prompting, she makes a whiny sound and surges forward and begins to pluck them up by their poor, cracked spines. fuss, fuss, fuss. the blanket is, at best, draped over her shoulders. at worst, covering very little. ]

I am not even keeping this one in here!

[ HOW DID THEY GET IT ]

[vecna]

[omg]

Sprezzatura... you're going to wake them up.

[girl they're still asleep under there!! In fact, one of them stirs sleepily.]

[velluminous]

[ but her books!! ]

Take them, then.

[vecna]

Then wait until they're out before you start picking up your books. You're going to make their fort fall on them, and then they really will wake up.

[parenting 101]

[velluminous]

[ do I look like I had parenting to you ]

[vecna]

[no

It takes a few minutes, but Henry does what Henry does best: taking care of little children in need of caring. (minus that one time) He manages to take two in his arms, and the third with this powers, gently floating. They stir slightly, but are never bothered enough to truly wake up, and he moves out of the bedroom with them in tow.

She can pick up her books now.]

[velluminous]

[ should she feel this kind of discontent over moving them...? maybe not. but she does.

as they leave, she begins to pull the fort apart. book by book, pillow by pillow. it doesn't sit well, yet she continues. ]

[vecna]

[A couple of minutes later, and Henry returns. The bedroom door shuts behind him, and the lock gently clicks into place.]

They went straight back to sleep.

[How’s the dismantling going? He senses… a slight discontent.]

[velluminous]

[ click, and it is only them two. not so much as a plaintive cry of discontent from the mushrooms—fast asleep once more.

she has relocated to the edge of the bed. a book lays open on her lap. she's making a very sentimental, vaguely sorrowful expression as she sits lording over the half-destroyed fort. ]

Eunoia and Selcouth never allowed me such frivolities, either.

[vecna]

[Oh. Sprezzatura…

Henry moves to sit next to her, looking at her book, then to get fort.]

You’re not your parents. This wasn’t a punishment — they were done playing.

[velluminous]

[ tearing down their creation without their knowing. they'll wake up and it will be gone.
she nudges one of the pillows with her foot... ]

Hhau.

[vecna]

[ … ]

Do you want to put it back together?

[velluminous]

I want putting my cock inside you!

[ YES :( ]

[vecna]

[THE DUALITY 🥺😳]

Oh… listen to you, spoiling what you had in mind.

[She’s sooooooo. He loves her so much, and moments like these drive the point home again and again.

Bumps shoulders.]

We can do both.

real tag

[velluminous]

[ throws herself back on the bed. ]

Ugh!

[vecna]

[lmao

Fwumps down on his side, facing her.]

I like that you care about them so much.

[velluminous]

I did not want children.

[ but he brought them into her life, in one shape or another, and now she must do her utmost not to fail them. ]

[vecna]

[He has upended her life in more than one way, hasn’t he?]

Maybe not. But you’re still good with them.

[velluminous]

They are not real children.