riverviewlogs | (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.)

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I know. (She exhales sharply, shakes her head.)

I'm sorry. It's not your fault, and you've never put pressure on me; it's just been on my mind a lot lately.

It's impossible to not think about.

Yes.

(She takes her hands back, runs them over the top of her head: a nervous gesture. She's really put her foot in something that should have been a lovely moment, huh.) Are you frustrated with me?

What!? No!

(She scoots closer and wraps an arm around Lucretia's shoulders to pull her in.)

Why would I be frustrated with you? We chose this, we knew what we were getting ourselves into, and I don't regret it, I promise. I can't even be mad with this place any more, because it brought me to you.

(Her demeanor softens as Beverly extends an arm around her.)

I was thinking more in terms of my– uh, 'romantic' acceptance of your offer. But thank you.

(She kisses Beverly's cheek, and rests her forehead briefly against her temple.) I feel the same way. I don't know what I would have done without you.

(Beverly strokes the top of her head. For a minute, she sits in comfortable silence, allowing this moment to settle. But then she eyes her bowl of spaghetti and has to smile.)

Starved, if those noodles are any indication.

Wow.

(Rude, but true?? She gives Beverly an admonishing tickle anyway.)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

(She swats away her hand with a laugh then reaches over for her sticky bowl of pasta.)

Look! I'm eating it!

No, don't–

(She scoops the bowl out of Beverly's hand with mage hand, manoeuvring it back into the kitchen and onto the counter.) At least heat it so it un-sticks a bit before you try.

(Beverly places a hand to her heart.)

You're always looking out for me!

Only because it's my sworn duty as girlfriend to do so.

The best first officer a lady could ask for.

(She does a little two fingered salute then smiles suddenly, wide and genuine.)

I'm so excited to move in.

I'm excited for you to move in!

[It's a big step - the only other lover she's actually lived with is Jack.

Agatha, having apparently decided Junior is boring and no longer worthy of her attention, jumps up onto the sofa and looks at Lucretia expectantly and mews. (Rough translation: Excuse me human, time for pets.) Beverly laughs.]

And apparently Agatha agrees!

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Good, because I love Agatha, (Lucretia coos, and scoops up the kitten into both her arms. Junior is lovely company, and she enjoys hearing it sing and carry on but... you can't pet a jellyfish. You can cuddle a kitten though! She settles happily with Agatha, giving her a good scratch under the chin.)

I will not love you if you eat Junior though. You leave it alone, understood? (She gives her a little tap on her nose.)

[Agatha simply purrs in response and rolls on her back, stretching her chin out for maximum scritching.]

Christie will be the one we'll have to work on. She won't be happy to have to share my bed.

(Lucretia chuckles, delighting in being able to give Agatha a good belly rub while she's at it.)

Fair enough. We'll take it one step at a time.

(Oh no! Belly rubs mean it's play time, right? Agatha wraps her paws around Lucretia's hand and alternates between gently gnawing her forefinger and licking it.)

You'd think she'd be used to you by now but... maybe if you're helping to feed her more regularly that will win her over.

(This is fine, because 1) it's adorable and 2) Agatha's teeth aren't nearly sharp enough for this to hurt. Lucretia's more than happy to let her chew, tickling her lightly with the fingers that aren't being attacked.)

Food is the way to her heart, huh? I sympathise with that.

Do you think I'll be able to let Junior out around them?

(Beverly glances over at Junior's tank.)

Depends how Junior feels about them, I suppose. I don't think they'll mess with it though.

I guess we'll have to see if they make friends.

(She's not too worried; Junior can fly, after all, and it's a hardy wee thing. Something occurs to her suddenly and she stills in her petting of Agatha, chuckling.)

... We're going to need a bigger bookshelf.

(She takes this opportunity to steal her cat back, plopping Agatha on her shoulder, where the kitten proceeds to chew on her hair. Beverly scritches her ears thoughtfully.)

There are certainly worse problems to have. I think we can fit a few more in the bedroom.

I don't know... (They make an adorable portrait like that, Beverly with her shoulder slightly hunched, Agatha with a mouthful of her hair.)

If our bedroom has both you and a few bookshelves in it, I'm not sure I'll ever have reason to leave it.

And how do you know that's not all part of my master plan, hmm?

If it is, I'd say it's working already.

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