#earthrunes

He nods, watching his drink. "Tell me? First, before... and not a text or a call."

"Before?" She considers this, then gently, "I am telling you now that I intend to let him convince me."

"Oh. Ok." He shifts on his seat.

"But not now." She glances towards the storeroom. "Shall we go, my husband?"

He glances over as well, then back. "We should say good bye."

"Yes." Then she calls. "Whiskers?"

(Silence)

A surprised look to August.

"Vince? Could you join u... could you come out here please?" His neck is red, for some reason.

(Silence?)

"That must be an enormous storeroom." She grins. "Or we've been given leave to go without a farewell."

August frowns and stands, giving her hand a squeeze before going to the store room door, tapping, and then opening it (or trying to).

The door swings open easily at the tap, and Vince is readily visible a little ways back, atop a pile of table clothes set aside for court functions. Delores and her crew may be a bit upset to find golden hair coating the red and silver linens, so close to Carnival - or maybe they can pass it off as a Fiona touch? The lion is curled atop them, tail tuft tucked over his nose, and is fast asleep - apparently he hadn't -quite- reached his 20 hours of beauty rest this day.

August's lips curl slightly, and he eases his way out. Turning he says "I think we can go." Softly. He crosses back to Coradel.

Reaching her side at the bar, he pauses and eyes his drink. "Ah."

She follows his glance, picks up the glass, and tosses back the remainder of the drink with ease, setting the glass down firmly.

Then she gives him a warm smile and takes his hand.

He blinks. "Ah. Ok. Thanks?"

"Mm, thank you." She wraps his arm around her, setting his hand at her waist, and snuggles in against his side as they walk.

"Busy weekend." He notes as they reach their rooms and enter.

"Yes. And thank you for managing those three wilders with Claire. What nonsense."

"Have you decided what you'll do?"

He goes about getting ready for bed.

"I think they'll have to be servants at Carnivale, while others are having a grand time. What do you think?" She also begins to prepare for bed.

He chuckled at that. "An excellent idea. In fact... no, nevermind."

"What? What is it?" She grins at him.

"Unworthy. Forget it." He shrugs with a sheepish grin, and brushes his teeth.

"Hey!" She comes up behind him and gently tugs on one of his ears. "I want to know, unworthy or not."

August sighs, spits, and says. "I... I had an unkind thought about what costume they might wear, that's all."

He goes back to brushing.

"Annnd?" Her fingers trail slowly down his back.

He finishes brushing, cleans up. "And?"

She pouts and pokes at his ribs slightly, tickling. "And what kind of costumes were you thinking of?"

August frowns, shrugs. "Well. They got Dame Claire to call Dame Leonora, suggest she find Derynwydd and come to where we were. Wearing... less." He clears his throat. "They would have been cold."

Another shrug. "I didn't like that, at all."

She looks at him. "You were thinking they should wear nothing, or next to nothing?"

Blushing. "I said it was unworthy. I'm sorry." Just a bit harsh.

She grins, shaking her head. "Oh, I understand. It would fit the crime. But...I think they might enjoy it too much. If there were only two of them, I'd make them wear a cow costume all night long, so they would be sweaty and uncomfortable and unattractive all at once."

August nods and washes his face.

"At the very least, they'll have to serve wearing something drab and unappealing."

He dries his face. "Ok."

He takes a deep breath and rubs his face, shoulders slumping.

Her smile fades as his shoulders slump. "Come to bed." She'd brushed and washed before him so takes him by the hand and leads him.

He follows.

She turns down the covers, then turns to slip her arms around him, her head against his chest.

His arms come up around her automatically, and he rests his cheek on the crown of her hair.

Gently... "August...tell me what you've been dreaming..."

He swallows hard.

And then sighs.

She waits, holding him.