(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.]

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[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.