#kc_necropolis

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In FIrnost, the troll room...

Earl stirs as Zara wakes from him and hisses, "Did I roll on top of you with my elbow?" Blink "Sorry if I did."

He's waking up himself

"I can't find it..." Bleary with sleep.

"FInd what?" Gently

For a moment he ponders kissing her awake and taking wonderful advantage of their togetherness, but well, if something is bothering her that would just be shallow of him.

"Can't 'member..."

She nuzzles the troll. Mm. Little spoon. No, not entirely awake yet.

"Oh, you were dreaming. ALways tricky when We dream. Can't always be sure if it's just our mind spitting up fluff or deeper meanings..." He nuzzles back, enjoying the feel of her bony back arching into him "Want me to make some tea for you or you want to go back to sleep?"

"Oh, tea... aye... good boyfriend." She twists around to kiss him.

That's a pleasant response for ALL sorts of reasons. He returns the kiss tempted to savor a bit longer than is probably polite when one has offered to go tend to tea.

Strreeeeeeetttccchhhh with a yawn after he gets out of bed, and dark eyes following him.

He has to fight the urge to look back and indulge in getting lost in her eyes, instead he prepares the tea slowly, the way she likes. He thanks himself for having the foresight to get the materials needed from the Firnost Kitchen. WIth so many sluagh they had a spare and he brought it to the troll room, "Your usual morning flavor?"

"Irish, please?"

"Ah faith, as the lady o the moon and waters likes and my pleasure in the doing" Earl imitates an Irish accent

A rasp of a laugh.

"I know, terrible" He grins

"Mayhaps. But it pleases me anyway."

"Then I am joyous" He says as the tea begins to heat properly, and he watches over it as she taught him, "Care to share your dream now that you're more awake?"

"I was in my River. Hunting for something... I found other things, but not that which I wanted. But I cannot remember what it was..."

A brow knit, "That's.. got to be annoying for you. I Love you greatly, but you really do have a pippin like need to know at times. But it's part of what makes you you."

"SO annoying.." A huff.

"Maybe it's a clue from the Dreaming that I should take you shopping at old book stores for a rare find?"

"Well, there's the Library trip...."

"Yes, but I can't zip us there or this would be a very lackluster quest"

"Oh no, one must earn the Library..."

"You are reallly looking forward to that" He puts some of the special cream in the cup of Irish and brings it to her. Tea in bed? How utterly decadent.

"Mmmm..."

"A cup of tea, a book, and thou?" He paraphrases

She pats the empty patch of bed beside her.

Getting his own tea, he does so.

"You look beautiful there you know? Sheet drapped over the side of you... tea sending warm vapors worshipfully at your chin and lips"

Leeeeeaaannn.

"Thou art a flatterer."

"Mind, again, I enjoy it."

"I'm an artist, not a poet, any words that appeal do so because truth is on their side." His eyes shine, "been awhile since we used this bed. I remember when we first did. I thought I might lose you in it. Dainty creature, huge matress.... and that ridiculously cavernous blanket"

"Fort!" An impish grin.

"Yeah, I know... you want to talk frustration, that little game of 'you may make love to me, but first you have to find me in here' ..." His smile and tone indicate it was not such an ordeal and proved to be fun.

"Aye. Thou must be made to work a little. Would nto want my Hunter to be bored of his prey..."

"Never happen" He assures her. "But a little work won't kill me."

"Oh, it could. We could be old and boring."

A soft laugh and he kisses her, "Are you kidding? The mad painter in the tower , the crone who the childlings flee from whenever they see her eye peek out a window? We are going to be old and AWESOME."

She giggles at that, a sound like creaking reeds.

"if you like, I'll practice my mumbling to myself" An offer

"And cane-shaking at those kids on your lawn..."

"Brush shaking too... the little bums get too close, I'll make them polka dotted"

"Ha!"

"And you? They'll peer through the fog kissed glass, only to see the words 'I know what you did, Jimmy. I was watching. I'm always watching'. Now I don't know who Jimmy is, but he's going to be one terrified kid"

"We shall be feared by all." Delighted.