07-04-2016, 07:29 AM
God, he is glorious when he's working magic. If it weren't for the fact that our family is standing around in little clustered groups watching, I'd be jumping his bones already. Well and he looks pretty damn worn out from the task at hand, so. I suppose. I can be reasonable. Instead, I walk up beside him, letting him lean on me while he sways with the effort he's expended. Oh, it doesn't take long. I know how much he hates the idea of looking weak, and swaying or not Pazuzu is the strongest man I know.
“Hello yourself,” I murmur, my lips brushing his ear. “That was magnificent. You did an amazing thing, love. I'm so proud of you, and those girls are amazing. Good work, Zuzu.” If Tycho weren't standing right next to me, I would murmur ideas in his ear of just how I could reward him for his labor once he's had a minute to recover. Just how we could celebrate his success. Instead, I press a kiss to his neck. “Well done, love.”
Tycho, quiet and watchful as ever, stands on his father's other side, offering the same steady support I do. A shoulder to lean on if necessary. And a curious eye on three children born in a manner utterly contradictory to the sex ed lesson he was given when he was younger. He studies them from a safe distance while their happy little family curls up around each other and says their adoring hellos.
He is naturally more of an observer than a participator in social situations, my Tycho. Still, he tilts his head, eyeing his newborn cousins with a fascinated gleam in his eyes. Ha, I suppose. Animated by magic and offerings of flesh and blood, how could he not be intrigued? He almost takes a step toward them, but catches himself with one foot barely off the ground and settles back in to wait until their fathers and their sister have welcomed them home. Instead, he gently bumps his shoulder against Pazuzu's, breathes out a quiet, emphatic little not-quite-snort of approval, and nods. His wordless way of saying well done too.
“Hello yourself,” I murmur, my lips brushing his ear. “That was magnificent. You did an amazing thing, love. I'm so proud of you, and those girls are amazing. Good work, Zuzu.” If Tycho weren't standing right next to me, I would murmur ideas in his ear of just how I could reward him for his labor once he's had a minute to recover. Just how we could celebrate his success. Instead, I press a kiss to his neck. “Well done, love.”
Tycho, quiet and watchful as ever, stands on his father's other side, offering the same steady support I do. A shoulder to lean on if necessary. And a curious eye on three children born in a manner utterly contradictory to the sex ed lesson he was given when he was younger. He studies them from a safe distance while their happy little family curls up around each other and says their adoring hellos.
He is naturally more of an observer than a participator in social situations, my Tycho. Still, he tilts his head, eyeing his newborn cousins with a fascinated gleam in his eyes. Ha, I suppose. Animated by magic and offerings of flesh and blood, how could he not be intrigued? He almost takes a step toward them, but catches himself with one foot barely off the ground and settles back in to wait until their fathers and their sister have welcomed them home. Instead, he gently bumps his shoulder against Pazuzu's, breathes out a quiet, emphatic little not-quite-snort of approval, and nods. His wordless way of saying well done too.
Daeryssa
of the restless heart