riverviewlogs | (open) i made a sucker's prayer

Entry tags:

(open) i made a sucker's prayer

who: lucretia & you
what: tdm prompt + catch-all
when: late march/early april
where: oot n aboot
warnings: warnings for violence re: monster fights

01 everybody was monster fightin' (ota)

(Lucretia has always fought better in pairs than alone.

Its to do with her defensive capabilities; she's extraordinarily good at buff magic, at covering those with more destructive power, keeping them safe as they dive in head first. She can at least hold her own when she needs to but it's trickier. It isn't as fun, either! She likes being in a team.

Regardless, she's grouping creatures together with lightning spells and the odd fireball, trying to keep an eye out for other fighters or innocents about to be caught in the line of fire, anybody who needs a hand or a quick shield. Her elemental magic isn't at the same level as her abjuration work; eventually she falls back, starts to conserve her higher level spell slots.

Anybody who has just found themselves in a sticky situation or just looks like they need an extra hand will suddenly find a neat shield of faith being cast about them.)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

(Beverly slows down (slightly) and breathes a sigh of relief. Of course Lucretia would go there. She has the key and it's fine, everything will be fine.)

I'm okay. Just tired.

(Exhausted, more like. No casualties, though, so that's something.)

I'm glad you're safe.

(Aw, she hears that little sigh. It makes her smile.)

Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. Are you on your way home?

Mmm. I'll be there soon. (There's a pause as she checks the phone) Maybe ten minutes?

(She glances up at the clock on Beverly's wall– wow, it's that late? She hasn't eaten. Beverly probably hasn't either; she gets to her feet swiftly, heading to the kitchen. Maybe she can find something to get started making. Lack of cooking skills aside, she can at least make something simple like pasta and sauce.)

Okay. See you soon.

(At this point, Beverly's ready to eat anything Lucretia puts in front of her. Not too long after she hangs up, she's stumbles into the apartment and collapses onto the couch. Junior's tank still sits on the floor nearby and after a moment, she leans over to give his tank a friendly tap-tap. She's glad he made it out too.

Confident Lucretia is nearby, she calls out to make her presence known.)

Lucretia? I'm home!

(Junior sings happily at the sight of Beverly, turning small loop-de-loops in its tank and Lucretia appears soon after this little performance. Her expression softens at the sight of Beverly flopped on her couch. What a day she's likely to have had!)

Hi. Stay there and relax, okay? A, uh, facsimile of dinner isn't too too far off.

(This all feels delightfully domestic, doesn't it? She ducks back into the kitchen, unable to keep the smile off of her face.)

(Agatha, meanwhile, as the braver of the two cats, has come to investigate Junior's presence. Her ears twitch back when it sings, though she doesn't run away. Instead she stares, transfixed as only a cat can be.)

A facsimile sounds just fine.

(She rests her head on the back of the sofa.)

Honestly, I could just fall asleep right now.

(Junior doesn't seem to notice the cat's presence; or if it does, it doesn't particularly care.

Lucretia dutifully returns to chopping mushrooms for the sauce that is slowly coming to a boil on the stove.)

At least get a bit of food down before you go to bed. Are you back at work tomorrow?

I'm not supposed to be, no, but I am on call, so who knows?

Okay.

I haven't got work tomorrow but I was planning to go help with the relief work.

(Beverly's eyes pop back open and she turns sideways to face Lucretia as she cooks.)

You'll be okay to do that? I mean... your apartment... all your journals...

(She falters a little, brow furrowing.)

I'll... go back to collect what I can afterward. (Her things are important to her of course, but she won't waste time or spell slots magicking them out of her apartment when there are people still in need of help.)

(Lucretia's commitment to helping others first is just one of the many reasons Beverly loves her. Her gaze turns soft.)

Let me know when you do. I want to be there.

Okay. Thank you.

(For now, she'll just cross her fingers and hope for the best! The sauce is starting to bubble, so she switches that off and– oh, the cooling, drained pasta has clumped together in the pot. Shoot.

She wrestles with serving it but hopefully Beverly doesn't notice.)

Here. (She comes over to deliver her a both a bowl, and a kiss to her cheek.)

(Beverly accepts her bowl gratefully and immediately starts to dig in when... ah well... that's certainly a thing that is happening. As she stabs a forkful of noodle, almost all the rest of the spaghetti in the bowl hitches a ride in one giant clump. She bites her lip and tries not to laugh. Poor Lucretia!)

(She notices and sighs, setting her own bowl down. Geez, she can't even, like, provide.)

For Istus' sake.

(Beverly laughs gently as she sets her spaghetti ball down and reaches for Lucretia instead.)

Don't worry, it's an easy fix. We'll just sauté them with a little extra oil.

(She gives Beverly her hands, still faintly embarrassed.)

Sorry. I thought I could learn cooking from Taako by osmosis, but apparently not.

(She kisses Lucretia's knuckles.)

That's all right. It just takes practice.

(That coaxes a smile out of her.)

I'd better get practicing in that case, huh.

We'll practice together.

(Because the truth is, while Nana made sure she could feed herself without a replicator, Beverly is nowhere near the level of ability of someone like Taako.)

And... it'll be easier now that you're here. That is... if you want to stay.

(She nods, unable to help the way her smile widens. It will be fun, learning how to cook with Beverly and to stay in the apartment with her, sharing her bed. The thought of having a place to come back to after being out, to be sharing that, not having to be alone...

It's a lot. She blinks, and exhales shakily.)

I'd love to stay.

(Beverly beams, unsure why she had been so nervous to ask. It was probably an inevitable course for them, flood or no. )

Good! We can redecorate some and of course we'll have to make space for Junior and your art (...somewhere...)

(Lucretia's still caught up in her thoughts and just nods, glancing up as Beverly gestures about them. She's been thinking lately about trying to find a studio towards the city where she can keep her art things, stop them from cluttering up her work and home life. It seems very luxurious, to be able to have such an option.)

We'll sort it all out.

I just want it to feel like home for you too.

voice

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject