[open] we tried to bury it and rise above

[spellslots]

who: taako/taaquito and you
what: catch-all + an open prompt for AU shenanigans
when: latter half of June
where: all around!!
warnings: violence/threats of sexual violence in the thread with smokedout

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[scholiast]

(Lucretia makes a disgusted face, nose scrunching, and she pulls the covers up and over her head resolutely.)

Ugh, (she whines, voice muffled.) Taako, please. Now I'm going to see it in my nightmares–

[spellslots]

[He's an awful person.]

Are you telling me you don't like an eye full of dick every morning?

[Sounds fake???]

[scholiast]

I'm opposed to it!

(She tugs the blankets, pulling them across the bed and away from Taako until they're heaped over the top of her.)

[spellslots]

Heyyyyy. [It's a quiet whine, as he makes a half-hearted effort to tug the blankets back.] I'll just sleep on top of you, don't think I won't.

[scholiast]

(She pokes her head out from the heap, giving Taako an accursatory squint.)

Don't bring your weird fantasies into my bed, then.

[spellslots]

I've never fantasied about Magnus's dick in my life.

[that's a lie and they both know it]

[scholiast]

Uh huh.

(Lucretia gives her monopoly on the blankets up, though.)

No more talk of dick in this room.

[spellslots]

[Just for that, she's getting an arm around her waist once he's back under the covers. That will somehow stop her from stealing the blankets again.]

You wanna be the big spoon or the little spoon?

[He's the worst]

[scholiast]

(He's so bad, but Lucretia still turns mock-haughtily onto her side, turning her back to him.)

Little, so I don't have to look at you.

[spellslots]

[There are only a few people who get this level of affection so easily, but Lucretia has been on the list for decades, pretty much since the one cycle he lost Lup, so he doesn't even hesitate to cuddle up to her.]

What, just cause I'm not wearing my spell? Harsh, Lux.

[It says a lot that he can make a joke about it.]

[scholiast]

(Lucretia doesn't consider herself a very cuddly person, but with Taako it's very different. Like something an older brother might do when he knows you're having a hard time, to show that he cares. Or, uh, something an older brother might do if he's still a bit drunk, and looking to ruin your peace of mind with really bad dick jokes. Either way, it's all good.

Though, the Taako from her time hadn't quite progressed to full out spooning her, so. That's new. It's quite nice though, because he is very warm; she pats the arm he has slung across her waist.)

Shhhhhhhh. It's Lucretia's very quiet sleep time, now.

[spellslots]

You want me to sing you a lullaby?

[To help her get to sleep! Or to just be a shit, sometimes it's hard to tell with him.]

[scholiast]

Sure.

(Anything to get him to stop talking!)

[spellslots]

[The downside to Taako being slightly drunk still is that he still smells a little like booze. The upside, right now, is that it means his voice is softer and he's kind of better at singing.

So he does; the lullaby is an old one, in Elvish, something he has vague memories of his aunt singing, once upon a time, centuries ago. He stumbles over a few of the words, not quite sure of them, but he makes it through relatively smoothly, better than he'd expected to, really.

This is all probably a little too sappy, but he's drunk and sleepy and so fucking grateful that two of the people he loves the most are here with him. He's allowed to be sappy for a little bit.]

[scholiast]

(Lucretia closes her eyes; she's... heard this song before. Just once. A handful of cycles ago, now, on a plane made of black ice and cold, shallow lakes– Lup had slipped during a fight and hit her head too hard. Lucretia still remembers the crack and the stark, horrible redness of her blood, still remembers Taako moving to her as if in slow motion and the way he had held her in his arms, infinitely close, and sung softly to her through her dying panic.

Lucretia had gone back to the ship that evening and tried to write it down just to distract from the awfulness of it all. Her written Elvish was not quite as good as her spoken, and she'd only managed about half of the song before giving up, but– yes, it's definitely the same song he's singing now, soft and slurred in her ear.

She shivers.

It's tempting to try and follow the words, to pick up the meaning. She manages to follow along for a good minute or so, but she's too exhausted, and eventually she nods off, her hand still splayed across his wrist.)