(Closed) Deceuer Catch All

[mirshikar]

Who: Asura + Plotted CR
When: Deceuer
Where: Various locations in Aefenglom, the Outer City, and the Wilde.
What: Quest and event threads, along with a healthy dose of clowning. I'm always down for building new CR, so if you'd like a thread starter, feel free to hmu @ the Dec plotting post!
Warnings: Light violence.

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[mirshikar]

[ Giving pause in his ministrations, Asura bows his head, bringing his forehead to rest against the place between Sokie's shoulderblades with a soft thump! as though to say: hey, no more self-deprecation, okay? It isn't like her (though the idea of a family must have meant more to her than he had initially imagined when posing the question, inspiring the thought), and no one gets to disrespect Sokie Undertown on Asura's watch, least of all Sokie herself.

When he speaks, next, his words are thoughtful, drawn from what little he knows of the subject: ]

Think that's one of the main criteria of being a parent. Being shitty, in one way or another. I've never heard of any one person excelling at that job. [ The Vallanzasca patriarch and his wife included. How many times had their pint-sized brats clung to Asura's legs, asking him why it hadn't been safe to accompany their parents outside? If Asura could protect their mother and father, why couldn't he do the same for them? Why, why, why were they sheltered all the time, and why did their parents seem like strangers after being away at night? ] And from the outside looking in? It's always seemed like there's a lot of touch-and-go involved.

[ The could be no master-plan for rearing someone up, making sure they were safe, that they were always able to learn and to grow—or so Asura's of the mind. It's no different from the way he shepherds Hedgefresh recruits: no single person flourishes under the same circumstances, the same passage and rites. ]

But... if anyone's got something to offer to a munchkin, it's you Sokie Undertown. [ He smiles and as he does he presses his lips to her skin, letting her feel the gesture for herself before he begins the massage again, thumbs working pressure into her lower back to loosen the muscle there. ] You see the world in ways no one else does, and...

[ Even if it is not passed down to a child— ] That, at the very least, is worth showing someone else. It doesn't matter who it is.

[weirdnecro]

[Was that...was that a headbutt? That was most likely a headbutt. She huffed quietly. She's going to smack him later. Why? Because, that's why.

She's quiet though, listening to what he's saying. If there's anyone who's had a chance to babysit and rise kids, it'd be Asura- if only as King, he had to watch over his Court who were little more then babes born again in a not so mad world.

He also mentioned babysitting kids before too, and accidentally taking away a nightmare, so. But...it makes her wonder something.]

Have you ever thought about it?

[Thought about what, but she clarified as she leaned into the massage:]

Us having kids.

[mirshikar]

[ For the record: if Asura had only been helping himself to a drink of whiskey from one of their 'Wilder's Reserve' canteens, it would have been spit out. All over Sokie. But as it is, Asura is otherwise occupied.

So instead: ]

I have thought about us many times. [ —he starts after a lengthy bout of silence, surprise causing the King's words to catch in his throat because, Sokie, that had come straight out of left field, all right? But the pause had been distinctly lacking in tension, and the massage had continued all the while (where was that spot, the one which would cause Sokie to thoroughly melt into his hands and sigh?), allowing Asura to gauge three important facts: the first, that Sokie did not ask him the question in jest. The second, that the thought (the question, the idea of them as parents) had just now occurred to her. And the third? Well, it's his own answer: ] I have imagined us as protectors and as warriors, and even as one of those damn couples from the romance novels you read to me. But...

Not about kids. Maybe because my kind, we can't have them. [ Inhuman as he is and will always be. ] Or maybe because I'm like you, and didn't think I was cut out for the job.

[ And yet, yet he'd always been a glorified babysitter for an absentee mafioso power-couple, and he had made it his life's work to take tender-footed and green Changelings into Summer's scarred and open arms. ]

But now? Yeah, you bet your ass that I'm thinking about it. [ Read: it's her fault for mentioning it to begin with. ] And I know that, hypothetically, if it were you and me, we could take on a brat or two together no problem.

[weirdnecro]

[She'd be having a rather wet back if he'd been drinking. But she hadn't thought of it. At all. It'd just been- thoughts of the two of them, together, but not with a traditional family, the picket fence.

But she wasn't joking either. Maybe that's why he was able to answer at all.]

You seemed to really like that last romance book. It made you really...vigorous.

[To put it lightly. But she listened.]

You realize that if we really wanted a child, one of our own, we could make that happen, right? It'd just take a bit of research on my part, and finding donors.

That is, if you wanted children. With me. Or at all.

[This is awkward.]

Shit. This is weird. I shouldn't have brought this up.

[mirshikar]

Hey, Sokie? [ W e l l, she'd flustered hard and fast, hadn't she? Asura had presented a problem, and her mage's nature had gotten the best of her—she'd analyzed and she'd deduced a solution, presenting it (and inadvertently propositioning him) all in one fell swoop. And that swoop had left her backtracking like she were fearful (but that can't be true, can it? Sokie Undertown, afraid?) she'd broken something between them. But the reality is..! Conveyed in the moment when Asura shifts his position, chest pressed flush to Sokie's back as he reaches to tweak her nose between a fore and middle finger.

And as though it were some great secret, his voice falls hushed (if not vigorously so) when he murmurs into her ear: ] I want everything with you.

[ Fitting together every which way. Family defined on their terms. Storied battles. Reenactments of bad romance novels. Everything. And hey, they've got ten(s) of lifetimes to figure out the timing. There's nothing so awkward about that, right? Any blunder, any strain, is banished in its entirety by the King's avid, true, and unabashed proclamation. The only thing is...

He'd used Sokie's trademark move (the nose tweak!!) against her, and there's not a single soul to save the King from the mage's retribution out here in the depths of the Wilde. ]