(closed) back at it again at fantasy krispy kreme

[spellslots]

who: ipre squad
what: shenanigans, mostly soulmate shenanigans
when: september
where: ya mom's bed
warnings: #drama, also smooches and ~references~ to boning i guess


[It doesn't really matter that much, who drinks the potion first, the end result is the same: six white threads, the colour of bonds, stretching out between them. There are three that go nowhere in particular, for Merle, Davenport, and Barry, but the other three have definite ends.

Maybe there are others, too. I'm not your dad.]

Comments

[scholiast]

(Lucretia nods, giving her eyes a final wipe with her thumbs as Junior turns neat circles above Magnus' head. She wonders if Junior is being familiar with him because it recognises Magnus from the stories she's been telling it; that, or perhaps a wider connection to the other voidfish, and to Fisher? Regardless of what it is exactly, it's so sweet to watch them interact.)

It came through the portal, not too long ago.

[ohhmrburnsides]

Wow. So Fisher had a baby, huh.

[He gives the voidfish an affectionate rub on its cap.] Nice to meet you, Junior. I'm your grandpa!

[To Lucretia:] He's adorable.

[scholiast]

(magnus YOU'RE adorable

Junior seems pleased; Lucretia watches it float, and settle to rest on Magnus' shoulder, in the little crook between neck and collarbone.)

Right? It's been nice, having it around. Somebody to talk to.

(Oh, that sounds so sad Lucretia.)

[ohhmrburnsides]

[Magnus gladly lets the little creature rest on him. He and Fisher have done this a lot. Maybe Junior can sense this somehow?

Oh, Creesh, that is sad. Magnus looks at her for a moment, thoughtfully (and maybe just the tiniest bit pitifully), and then swivels two chairs from the kitchen table and takes a seat, motioning for Lucretia to take the other one.]

How about we talk? How's Riverview been treating you? [Now that he feels satisfied with his answers, they can actually catch up.]

[scholiast]

(That, and Magnus is shaped like a friend.)

Well. (Aside from the in-fighting, obviously. Lucretia crosses to sit at her table, shifting aside some papers to make room for Magnus if he wants to come and sit too.)

Work is good and I've made lovely friends. And... I'm seeing somebody. Sort of. (She smiles hesitantly. Her eyes are still red from crying.)

[ohhmrburnsides]

[Now they're sitting down to gossip with each other like two ladies at brunch, just like old times. Hearing Lucretia is seeing someone is a surprising relief, what with Magnus knowing what he does about her love life.]

That's great! What's she like? Tell me everything.

[He's wants to know about the happy things in her life. She's so tired.]

[scholiast]

(God she is, Magnus. Thank you. Lucretia props her elbows up on the table; this is just like old times, now.)

She's– amazing, Magnus. (She's aware that she is being so sappy right now, but she can't help it. She's ridiculously fond of Beverly.)

She from a ship– the Enterprise, and they travel intergalactically. She's a doctor.

[ohhmrburnsides]

[This is adorable. He loves seeing her so happy.]

Ooh, a doctor, huh? [He waggles his eyebrows.] That's impressive. And she's from space, just like us! Obviously you were meant for each other.

[scholiast]

(She laughs, pleased.)

I don't– I wouldn't go that far. But I enjoy her company, and she's... she's been so kind to me, what with everything that's been happening.

[ohhmrburnsides]

[Of course he was just teasing when he'd made the comment earlier, but he is very excited for her.]

I'm glad. You deserve something nice, Luce.

[...And then he leans forward in his chair, teasing again.]

Ssoooooooo have ya kissed her yet?

[scholiast]

(Lucretia, who hasn't thought of herself as deserving of 'something nice' in a very long time, is a little thrown by this kindness. Thankfully, she doesn't have time to get overly emotional about it because Magnus leaps straight into teasing her and she's actually grateful for it.)

I– (is there any point in lying? It's probably written all over her face. This is ridiculous, she is an adult.) Yes. I have.

[ohhmrburnsides]

[That was the point, Luc!! He'd changed the subject quickly so she wouldn't have time to argue against his kindness.

Also, Magnus is a child.]

Ooooooooh, get it, Creesh! Up top! [He raises both his hands for a double high-five.]

[scholiast]

(She cracks a sudden smile, then starts laughing as she reaches up to slap both his hands. Can't leave a guy hanging!)

You're ridiculous. (She has missed this so much.)

[ohhmrburnsides]

[Yes! His plot to cheer her up is working! ... Though it usually does.]

I know I am. But you love me.

[scholiast]

I do.

(Very, very much.)

It's really good to have you back, Magnus.

[ohhmrburnsides]

It's good to be back, Creesh. I needed you guys.

[It's so odd acknowledging this, as it's kind of... her fault, but he says it in a way that lays no blame on her.]

[scholiast]

(She's so grateful for that. The difference between talking to Taako and then to Magnus is. Insane.)

As we did you.

And– it's Lucretia. Not 'Creesh'.

[ohhmrburnsides]

[He smiles.]

Of course. Lucretia.

[She's so serious. He loves her.]

[scholiast]

Thank you.

Where are you staying at the moment, Magnus? Community housing?

(Maybe he moved into Taako and Lup's place. The thought gives her brief, melancholy pause.)

[ohhmrburnsides]

Yeah, community housing. It's alright, but there's less privacy in there than we had even on the Starblaster. At least on there we had our own rooms. [A laugh.] I wonder how much longer I'm gonna stay there...

[The fact that Taako and Lup have a spare room now has, indeed, crossed his mind, but he's not gonna bring that up to Lucretia. It was hers, after all.]

[scholiast]

(It's cool, she's gonna bring it up for him.)

You should move in with Taako, and Lup. They'd love to have you there.

(As much as it makes her feel lonely to think of them all sharing a house without her there too, she knows he'd be happiest there– and that's always what it's been about, when it comes to her friends, so. Shrug.)

[ohhmrburnsides]

Sure, I'll think about it.

[He shrugs a shoulder as if he'd actually have to give it any consideration. Of course he'd move in with them at the drop of a hat, but he's nicer than to say that so quickly. He's very conscious of the implication.]

Are you gonna be okay living on your own out here?

[scholiast]

(This is dumb, they both know that he's going to go and live there. But Lucretia is fine with letting him have his thoughtfulness; is even quite touched by it, actually. She smiles, a brief twitch of her lips.)

Yeah. (This is both true and a lie: practically speaking she will be absolutely fine. She is one hundred and sixty-something years old, and knows how to take care of herself. On the other hand, it will be lonely, of course. How couldn't it be? But she can't go back, and she can't do something stupid like– like ask Magnus to stay.

Lucretia has been courting loneliness since the start of cycle sixty-five. What's a little more? It's nothing she can't handle.) I'll be fine.