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middaeg2020-08-22 08:14 pm
faithlikeaseed) wrote in middaeg2020-08-22 08:14 pm
closed | leave your life open
Who: Everett, Viren, & Myr
When: Mid-Auguril, [waves hand]
Where: Everett's garden
What: Two dads and a deer celebrate a year in Aefenglom together
Warnings: warnings for DISGUSTING, FILTHY WHOLESOMENESS and TEA
It's somehow been a year since Myr found himself on the wrong side of a mirror from Thedas, and what a year it has been. A year of prophetic dreams, liberated cities--near-deaths, unwelcome transformations--magic lost and magic found--
And miraculously, wonderfully, a family new-made after he'd thought his lost to him entirely. More miraculous still that it had begun with friendships forged on that very first day in Aefenglom, two of them with men he'd not trade for all the worlds.
It had been Everett's idea to celebrate their mutual anniversary among the three of them, with a leisurely mid-morning tea in the older man's garden. There's a table spread with a truly respectable Springtide tea service set out among the flowers, while the rats hasten to erect an umbrella over it against the sun and any unseasonable rain. A half-grown wormipede drowses under the table, and Myr...
Myr, for once in his life, isn't doing a thing to fuss over the preparations. His contributions to the day--a basket of rose petals, two jars of new honey, and two little wrapped gifts--sit on the table while he sits half-sprawled over a chair turned backward and simply enjoys the sun.
Who'd have thought: Everett's had a tempering effect on him after all.
When: Mid-Auguril, [waves hand]
Where: Everett's garden
What: Two dads and a deer celebrate a year in Aefenglom together
Warnings: warnings for DISGUSTING, FILTHY WHOLESOMENESS and TEA
It's somehow been a year since Myr found himself on the wrong side of a mirror from Thedas, and what a year it has been. A year of prophetic dreams, liberated cities--near-deaths, unwelcome transformations--magic lost and magic found--
And miraculously, wonderfully, a family new-made after he'd thought his lost to him entirely. More miraculous still that it had begun with friendships forged on that very first day in Aefenglom, two of them with men he'd not trade for all the worlds.
It had been Everett's idea to celebrate their mutual anniversary among the three of them, with a leisurely mid-morning tea in the older man's garden. There's a table spread with a truly respectable Springtide tea service set out among the flowers, while the rats hasten to erect an umbrella over it against the sun and any unseasonable rain. A half-grown wormipede drowses under the table, and Myr...
Myr, for once in his life, isn't doing a thing to fuss over the preparations. His contributions to the day--a basket of rose petals, two jars of new honey, and two little wrapped gifts--sit on the table while he sits half-sprawled over a chair turned backward and simply enjoys the sun.
Who'd have thought: Everett's had a tempering effect on him after all.