DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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.

[vecna]

And that doesn’t change my point. Accept the compliment.

[velluminous]

[ rolls over, facing away ]

[vecna]

[she has not accepted the compliment]

Sprezzatura... What's really bothering you?

[velluminous]

Ohh. I don't know.

[vecna]

Is it- [Surely she must have an idea?] ...are you afraid of disappointing them?

[velluminous]

I don't know.

[ she can't with the prying. and it does feel like prying. a knot in her stomach... ]

[vecna]

[Hm. He is sorely tempted to sweep her mind with his own; it's always so much easier than trying to earn an answer from her when she's like this.

...


But instead, he sits up again and assesses the fort.]

Maybe if we use some of my books, instead.

[His collection since he's arrived in this world is not nearly as impressive as hers, but he has enough.]

[velluminous]

[ he is much, much more heartfelt than she is. he would drift in this direction, wouldn't he? yet she chafes against the idea of any books being used in this manor—even those which are not her own. ]

Henry... [ a lingering and heavy sigh. ] It will be fine. They will not be upset.

[vecna]

But it’ll make you feel better. Won’t it?

[velluminous]

I am not even having reason for feeling worse.

[vecna]

But you are. I don't even have to use my powers to know.

[velluminous]

[ :T!!! ]

Fine.

[vecna]

[You're his gf, he can read you pretty well by now, Sprezzatura!!

Well. He will work on rearranging the fort — mostly with his telekinesis, because it's so much easier that way. He has just enough books to begin replacing hers (setting them aside neatly in a stack) with his own, making the "pillars" of each corner of the fort until he can rearrange a few pillows and sheets.

If she wants to help, he suspects she will. If not? Then it's fine, he doesn't mind doing this himself. It reminds him of being young again, too, when he'd make similar things to hide away in.]

[velluminous]

[ he does it all by his lonesome; Sprezzatura laying quiet on the bed with her face tilted to watch. sometimes it is difficult to marry the man he seems to be with the man she knows he has been. ]

Always so good with children.

[vecna]

[The fort is taking shape again; he's actually made it a little wider, a little taller, than how it started.]

It's easier to know what they're thinking. The things they want are always pretty simple, I think.