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Tinania unlike most of this week had decide today she just wanted to stay in her room. She was actually sitting on her bed looking over the book she had gotten from her grandfather's home. She was racking her brain trying to figure out what the language was.

She was dressed still in her pjs, which were pink sweatpant, then a black spaghitti strap. Her hair was down around her face as she layed on her belly. Shaking her head she lays her head on her arms grumbling "I'm never going to figure this out..."

Damien is finally fully awake. He scratches his head and stretches as he stands from the breakfast table.

Mum Lenore just went to lie down. She said she was feeling ill, and Mum Eirnae went with her.

If she is ill, I am pink, Damien thinks, shaking his head as he takes the dishes to the sink.

He is immediately told to go away by Emme.

Sighing, he leaves the kitchen, to be met by Kamus in the hall. He leans down to pet his head before walking toward the stairs.

He pauses, and looks out one of the many windows toward the DarkAngel-Silme wing.

He pulls out one of the rubber bands he keeps in his pajama pockets, and puts his hair back in a slightly-messy poney tail. Then, with Kamus following him (in the form of glittering, rainbow-scaled snakes), he opens the door and heads toward the wing.

Rinon lets him in, and eyes the snakes warily, but says nothing.

Damien heads toward Nani's room. When he is outside it, Kamus returns to her normal form, and sits next to Damien's feet.

Damien lifts a scaled hand, and knocks.

Tinania looks up when she hears the knock. She knew it wasn't her mother, because she was still in bed rest, and Rinon would have been staying close to her at least she thought. Shaking her head she looks back down at she calls across the room "Its open you can come in."

Her bed was cover in book on one side, she had spent most of the morning trying to work on the curse and also work on her class work for the upcoming week.

Damien peeks inside the room. Kamus sticks his head in as well.

Damien steps in, Kamus ever on his heels, and he shuts the door behind him. "Good morning, Nani," he says.

He notes all the books on her bed, and an eyebrow wings up. "What are you working on?"

Tinania looks up then smiles shrugging as she sat up "Alittle be of school work. Need to plan for upcoming classes. Then I was trying to breaks this language so i could ready this book I got from the Malfoy.." she shakes her head then holds her hands out to Damien for a hug "How are you this morning?"

Damien walks toward the bed after telling Kamus to stay by the door.

He then looks down at the book, his brows furrow. "Hmmm . . . It looks like you might have your hands full with that one," he says. "Have you tried looking in the study on our side of the house? We have a few language books."

"And, I am fine," he says, looking toward the door. With a sad little sigh, he asks, "How are you? And, Aunt Krista?"

Tinania looks down at her lap as rubbed her hands together. Looking back up she smiles, ever since the fight she was deteremine to stay strong for her mother. She eyes showed the pain and sadness but she didn't show it the way she held herself "I'm doing good, and no I hadn't check yet. I was going to do that later to actually. Mum still in a deep sleep from what I've been told. Father been going crazy. I'm worry about him also.." she pauses looking back down at her lap.

Damien looks away. "I'm sorry. . . ." he says, softly. He puts a scaled hand on her shoulder.

Secretly, he is really happy that the two of them can still be friends, even with what happened between their mums.

He knows that his mum, at least, feels horrible about what she did. Even if she won't come and visit Krista, she is sending potions. He brings them to Rinon every night. Things to help her heal quicker, things to help her heal without scars, and potions to lessen the pain, and to help Krista sleep.

He sighs again. Now determined to make them both forget about their family drama, Damien asks, "Is there anything here I might be able to help you with?"

Tinania looks up at him then shrugs as she pushes some of the books alittle to give him room to sit. "Unless you could figure out this language I don't think so. I've looked through everything I have yet I still can't figure it out." she pushes her hand though her hair then frowns "Not to mention I have to get a lesson plan down for next week." she sigsh then looks at Damien "Your lucky you know that. Being a teacher is crazy, always grading, and having to come up with lesson plans. Its it wasn't the fact that my pay was good I wouldn't be doing it."

Damien shakes his head. "Sorry, I really couldn't help you with teh language," he says.

Then, he tilts his head to the side. "I don't know, Nani," he says, smiling slightly. "I think I would like teaching. It would be a different sort of learning experience, I think," he says. "But, I can help you with your grading, or whatever else, while I am here. We can still talk," he says.

Tinania smiles then nods "If you wanna help me grade that would be wonderful." she pauses then smiles tilting her head "Well actually we have a job opening at the school. Its in English also, I could see you doing a good job with that subject. " she relaxes as she picks up a handful of papers and a red marker handing them to Damien.

Pulling out the answer sheet she hands that to him also as she picks up her own handful of paper but a different answer sheet.

Damien takes the papers, and shifts back onto the bed. He crosses his legs 'Indian style,' and sets the papers down in his lap.

"You do?" he asks, twirling the marker in his hands. "Do you mean English as in literature and sentence-structure English, or English as a Second Language?" he asks, tilting his head. "And, what age group are you talking about?"

Tinania looks up then smiles "English as in literature, you know the love of books your have?" she winks then nudges him. "The man teaching the class retired, so the opening there. Were looking for someone who is young and knows the subject real well." she pauses then smiles "You be teaching people our age, like Celia or Tari....Celia in the potion class I teach." she pushes her hair back then finishes the one paper she was grading.

Damien chuckles. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try," he says, looking over the tests. He finds he doesn't need the answer sheet, and sets it aside.

"Maybe you could help me get my foot in the door," Damien says, putting an 'x' next to one of the answers before moving on. "I really don't know if I am qualified."

Tinania looks over at Damien then smirks "I'll talk to Kira. But I don't think you'll have a problem. I'll talk to her on Monday before classes start then get back to you. How does that sound?" she looks over the paper in er hand marking an 'x' by quite a few of them then writing something about talk to me after class and I'll help you.

Placing the paper down she smile "It be cool to have you there, not only is everyone great, but give us more time to hang out. Plus I know you would have fun there." she giggles then looks back down at the next paper "So why you looking for another job anyways?"

Tinanai groans then shakes her head "Oh dear visha I'm in trouble...." she swallows then laughs "It don't help that Surion people are known for having more then one child..." leaning back she lays her hand over her stomach then giggles "It would be worth it, having my own child to care for.." she looks over at Damien then smiles "You should come over to our home once we finally move in. Just to get away from everything going on here..I don't knwo about you, but I hate seeing the family fight.."

Damien laughs. He can't help it! "You're going to have twins!" he teases.

Then, he sobers up pretty quickly. "Yes, I think I will come visit. . . . In truth, that is one of the reasons I have not been home so much. . . . I don't like seeing this happen. But, there is nothing we can do. Mum Lenore and Aunt Krista are both too stubborn to listen to either of us."

Tinania gasps and pushes at Damien laughing "Don't jinx me. Otherwise when I do have kids, your babysitting them..." she was joking she wouldn't do that to Damien.

Tinania herself frowns then nods "Yea they are, watch it take something really bad to bring this family back together..." she sighs then looks at the bed "I hate that they are fighting, they are acting like kids..." she knew she didn't have any room to talk, but she still didn't like it.

"Yeah, that is what usually brings this family back together. It is never something good when we all fight. . . ." Damien sighs. "We'll see though . . . I just wish it didn't get to . . . the point that it got to. . . ." he says, quietly.

Tinania sighs going quiet herself, she didn't like the thought of anything bad happening, this family was going through enough as it was. Looking up at Damien she shakes her head "Let just hope it doesn't happen that way..."

Damien pats Nani's knee, and nods. He then pushes the papers into a neat pile. "I had better go get dressed. I have some more errands to run today," he leans over and hugs Nani. "Things will get better, just hold onto that. And, if you ever need me, I am only a few minutes walk away," he says, smiling a little.

Tinania returns the hug then nods "I will Damien. and I'll stop by your room once I talk to Kira I promise." she kisses his cheek then smiles "Yes everything will work out for the better.."

Damien returns the kiss on the cheek, and gives Nani's hair a stroke.

Then, he pulls away. "I'll await the verdict, then," he says.

He then points at the papers. "Don't stay cooped up all day. Go visit the koi or something," he says, trying his hand at a smile.

He then leaves, Kamus following.

Tinania nods then smiles "I'll try not to...talk to you later Mein." she watches as he leave then turns looking at the papers again. Biting her bottom lip she instead goes for the spell book again trying to once again break the language.

(( Because I can. And, yeah, that is what he is wearing. . . . ))

Proposal, pt 1

Damien walks up the walk to Rhiannon's home. He is braving the sun, praying to Eilistraee that he doesn't get sunburned on his face. Yes, it is trivial, but sunburns are painful!

His gray tunic sways in the wind behind him, along with the darker-gray 'belt' he has tied around his waist. His loose green-streaked, light brown hair sways with him as he keeps walking. He stares down at the ground beneath him as his feet move.

Smiling, he finally reaches the door. He lifts a scaled hand to knock on the door, and hums a nameless tune as he waits.

Rhiannon tugged on her jeans as her sensitive wolven ears picked up the knocking sounds at the front door. She had been going through her wardrobe, making piles of clothes that she would take to a charity shop. She hurriedly scooped up the pile, stuffing them into a bin bag, zipped her jeans closed and tugged on a cut-off tee before running downstairs. Opening the door she let out a small happy squeal and jumped on Damien, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly.

Damien almost falls over, having not braces himself for the jump. He manages to stay on his booted-feet, and puts his arms around Rhiannon.

"Well, isn't this a wonderful welcome," he says, chuckling a little. "I missed you too, Rhiannon."

He strokes her hair, and breathes in the scent of her. He keeps his arms around her. Well, until she gives him any indication that she wants to pull away. Until then, he is going to hug her tight.

Rhiannon nestled into him, kissing the side of his neck, and then along his face. She looked into his eyes and smiled;
'Hello,' she said softly, then released him just long enough to tug him inside, and shut the door behind them.

"Hello," Damien replies, ignoring the tingling he felt when she kissed his neck. "Ah, I found you well, I assume?" he says, an amused expression on his face as he studies her.

Rhiannon nodded, bringing one of his hands up to her face and kissing it, still keeping her eyes on him. His scent was all over her now, and it inflamed her blood, causing her cheeks to redden and breath to quicken...sometimes she wondered how close to animal she was, but she just wanted him - now if possible.

Damien stares, and he feels his cheeks redden a little. He squeezes her hand and, again, with a hint of amusement in both his voice and on his face, he says, "Before other . . . activities enter out minds, I wanted to talk to you about February."

Then, because he wants to, Damien pulls Rhiannon close to him, and gives her a kiss, squeezing her close.

Rhiannon nodded, letting him pull her close and returning the kiss. She tugged gently on his bottom lip with her teeth and pulled away.
'I wouldnt do that again if you want to just talk right now,' she grinned, walking off towards the living room.

Damien lets out a - hopefully - cooling breath, and follows her. He takes a seat on the couch, and looks at her.

"Well, I will make a note not to do that again," he says, smiling ever so slightly. "Now, I am sure you are wondering about what I have planned for those days. . . ." he pauses a moment, letting the silence draw out. "I am only willing to tell you one of my plans. And, that is only because it explains why I asked for so much time with you."

Then, he falls silent, waiting for her reaction.

Or, just trying to drive her crazy.

Rhiannon sat next to him, letting a hand fall on this thigh, tracing circles with her fingers;
'Well yes I was..' she nodded, listening further.
'Oh so you're going to be a big tease in more then one way huh?' she smiled to let him know she was kidding around.

Damien chuckles. "I suppose I am," he admits.

Because he can't concentrate with her finger running on his thigh, he takes her hands in his. "Now, I really hope you don't get the wrong idea when I tell you what I have done. I don't expect anything, I just wanted to spend some time with you. And, since I am hoping I am right about how well I think you know me, I really don't think you will slap me. . . ."

He expells a nervous breath. "I booked us a room. It isn't the best room, but it isn't a seedy one, either. I thought you might want a break from everything for a while, and, as I have said, I just wanted to spend time with you. I can always get my money back if you don't want to stay there, however," he says, letting her know that there is a way out should she want to take it. "I have a few other things planned as well, but they don't require us staying together." He studies her face, unconsciously holding his breath.

Rhiannon blinked, not really noticing that he was holding her hands. Why a room away? It wasnt like they couldnt do that sort of stuff here..but then it would be nice not to have to worry about someone barging in; or her father putting his nose in. She let out a little chuckle;
'Damien I cannot get enough of us being together like that...' she moved her hands so that she was holding his, and squeezed them.
'But I'd love to be alone with you...and do whatever you wish.'
Her curiosity still held though, what were the other things he was going to do?

Damien blinks. Well, she did get the wrong idea. But, she didn't seem mad about it. . . .

He DIDN'T get the room for sex, he got it to take her away from home things for a while. And, as he said honestly, to spend more time with her.

Also, and this was a tiny part of it, to test them. See if they would be able to get through constant contact with each other. In case they ever decide to move out together. . . .

"Well, that's good," he says, grinning now, even if there is the slight blush at the tips of his ears. "I thought you were going to slap me for even suggesting having a room together," he says, his voice soft.

Rhiannon leaned in, brushing her lips softly against his cheek, touching the little scales.
'I'm not sure why you'd think that,' she purred in a low voice.
'I hate to leave you when we have to part as it is.'

Damien puts a hand on her cheek, and tilts his head. Thoughts tickle at the back of his brain, but he does not voice them.

Instead, he shrugs. "I don't know. In retrospect, it might have been a sleezy-boyfriend move to make," he smiles, sheepishly.

Then, he pokes her nose. "But, that makes two of us. I don't like to leave you, either." He tucks his hair behind his ears.

"But," he starts, in a teasing tone, "I think you will enjoy the things I have planned. . . ."

'Only if your girlfriend was the prim and proper type,' Rhiannon poked the tip of her tongue out at him.
'I'm sure I will...I just wish I didnt have to wait until February to know what they were.' she trailed a free hand along his thigh again.
'Was that all you wanted to tell me?' she smiled, looking at him and raising her brows.

"Well . . ." he trails off. "Nope, you will just have to wait," he winks at her.

Then, he taps his chin, another way to take his mind off of her hand. "I got a job?" he says, smiling sheepishly again.

Rhiannons hand trailed upwards, towards the top of his leg, her fingers pressing through the material of his trousers.
'Oh you did? Doing what?'
Talking about jobs reminded her of another conversation, about something she had mention to him. She waited for him to reply first though.

Damien audibly gulps, and looks away, taking a moment. "Well. . . . I am teaching English in the village in Emerald Forest," he says. "The pay is great, and I will be. . . . ah . . . teaching about something . . . I know a bit about. . . ."

Morning After, pt 1

Rhiannon stretched, the covers falling from her naked self and she slid from the bed, tiptoeing from it. She looked back at Damien's still sleeping form and smiled, picking up a robe and sliding it on. The cuff on her left arm caught a little on her ring, and she tugged it off the ring, smiling at it. She sighed happily..so it wasnt just a beautiful dream - she really was engaged. She went over to her desk, sitting in the chair at it and pulled her diary from a drawer, flipping it open to the last entry, and began to write, scribbling out an entry whilst he still slept.

Damien stirs, flopping onto his stomach. His face moves so that it is in the pillow.

It doesn't take him long after to open his eyes a little. He scratches his head, his hair very disheveled, and turns on to his back.

He is a little disoriented. Frowning, he looks at the ceiling. He sits up and stretches.

It is then that he realizes he is naked. That is when the memories come back.

He looks around for Rhiannon.

Rhiannon turned, sure she had heard movement. She closed her diary, putting it away again before leaving the desk and going back to her bed. She sat next to him, the robe falling open as she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
'Morning sleepy head.'

Damien smiles, and hugs Rhiannon. "Morning," he says, still sleepy. He brings a scaled hand up to his hair, trying to sort it out. "How is my fiance?" he asks, grinning sleepily now.

'Very happy,' she said, grinning at his dishevelled hair. Rhiannon slid over the bed, curling her legs around him and giving him a fine view of herself. She reached up and caught up in her hand a length of his hair.
'Don't think I've ever seen you like this before,' she grinned.
'I like it..'

Damien snorts, bringing his arms around her. He leans forward, nuzzling his cheek into her chest and closing his eyes, listening to her heart beat. "I look wretched," he says, his voice slightly muffled. "You, on the other hand, look delicious." As though to prove his, he nips her teasingly.

Rhiannon smiled broadly, her pulse racing a little.
'You are always handsome, but I like how you look because it reminds me of where you spent the night..' a small noise of pleasure left her mouth as his teeth grazed her skin.
'Tease you are...' she stroked his hair, her fingers untangling the knots.

Damien chuckles, and pulls his head back. He lets her play with his hair as he twirls a chunk of hers around his fingers. "If you keep doing that, I will fall asleep again," he says, smiling.

Then, with a wicked glitter in his eyes, he nips at her neck. "I am paying you back for all those times you teased me," he says, low and close to her neck still.

'Well we can't have that can we,' Rhiannon chuckled, letting the hair fall from her fingers. She wriggled against him, as his attentions were waking up parts of her again.
'Damien,' she mumbled as her fingers roamed his back.
'I think we should make an effort to get out of bed..' she said.
'Well soon anyways,' she giggled.

Damien looks up at Rhiannon, and raises an eyebrow. "Soon, eh?" he asks. "What did you have planned that requires us in the bed?" he asks, feigning innocence.

'Keep nipping me and you'll find out,' she warned, winking at him. She flipped her hair out of the robes collar and smoothed it down a little.
'Besides we have to tell our respective parents at some point, so we cant stay in bed all day unfortunately.' she reached and stroked his face.

When she meantions their parents, he pales a little. "I didn't tell my mums I wouldn't be home. . . ." he mumbles.

Then, he pales even more. "Is your mum going to kill me?" he asks, looking up at Rhiannon. "Should I prepare myself for death?"

Alright, he is being dramatic, and he realizes this. So, he laughs. "Sorry. I am going crazy," he shakes his head. "Did you want to tell your mum now, or later?" he asks, still smiling.

'You didnt?' Rhi tried not to laugh at Damien's expression then. She shook her head.
'Nah...she wants me to be happy and she's heard me talk about you enough to know that this is what I want.'
Rhiannon giggled, nodding.
'You are crazy,' she leaned, kissing him.
'Still love you though. Later, my mum wont be here till tonight.'

"Oh?" he says, forgetting his parent's temporarily. He tries to tickle Rhiannon, and asks, "What do you say about me?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Well, at least I know that if I ever crack, you will still be at my side," he says.

"Well, what do we do until then?" Damien asks, referring to the time Sayuri will be back. "Besides getting dressed and waiting," he adds.

Rhiannon squealed, moving across the bed to dodge his tickling fingers.
'I told her you are the most fantastic lover I've ever had!,' she grinned.
'It's ok, I can tell her on my own. I don't mind...' and she shook her head at his last words.
'Dressed? Oh no not yet..' she purred, inching back down the bed towards him.

Despite himself, he blushes. "Best lover, huh?" he asks. He chuckles.

"If you want me to stay with you when you tell her, I can," he offers.

"Uh oh, I know that look," he says, grinning. He reaches over to grab at her, and pull her close to him for a kiss.

Rhiannon nodded;
'Yeah and I said..' her words were stopped as his lips met hers and she returned it, deepening the kiss and nudging him into laying down again.

Damien makes a noise into the kiss, as though saying 'no', and he nudges her, getting her to lie back. His hands working on the robe as he does so.

Rhiannon wondered what he was saying no to and almost pulled away, worried, but then he he nudged her back and she smiled, pulling him down to her and wrapping her legs around his body....

Damien pushes the robe open further, fingers going over familiar areas. His still-messy hair makes a curtain around their faces as he stays with the kiss.

Rhiannon reached out blindly, sliding a little from under him towards her bedside drawers and pulled one open, fishing around for a little packet and managing to grasp one with her fingertips, before sliding back under Damien properly.
'Let's start the morning properly shall we?' she purred, looking up at him and rehooking her legs around him....

Damien looks at the packet. He nods, and then takes a moment to "suit up," before returning his attention to Rhiannon. . . .

Morning After, pt 3

'Woof,' she teased, nudging him with her hip before moving away from the water jet again.
'Am not, just not used to sharing my showers..I dont do this with every guy I know,' Rhiannon chuckled.

"I would certainly hope not," Damien says, rinsing off, before going to try to tickle her for a second. "Or, I would have to . . . hmm . . . 'bust their heads,'" he adds, a grin on his face.

Rhiannon tried to keep a straight face at that 'statement' but she couldnt and laughed, bending a little till the fit subsided.
'Oh you would huh?' she managed, wiping her eyes.

"Oh, you don't think I could do it," Damien says, now trying ever harder to tickle her. "You don't think I could hold my own in a fight?" he is laughing, as well, as he says this. "I'll have you know, with a well-placed curse, I could bring a giant down, thank you!"

Rhiannon squealed, trying to dodge him, and not slip over at the same time.
'I give, I give!' she held her hands up, laughing.
'You are a big, strong, wonderful man and you can take anyone on,' she got in close and pressed against him, kissing him on the mouth so he wouldnt try and tickle her anymore.

Damien holds on to Rhi, and deepens the kiss a little. He rubs her water-slicked back before pulling away. "That's better," he says softly, giving her a wink.

Then, he tilts his head. "Let's get out of here. Maybe we can figure out whether we want to eat or not before I have to go home?"

Rhiannon chuckled, slipping from his grip and turning the water off before hopping out.
'If you want something to eat we can raid the kitchen,' she dripped on the floor as she rubbed her hair in a towel.
'Did you get through to your mothers?' she asked, wrapping her hair up turban-style before picking up her own towel to dry her body.

Damien steps out, and says, "Food sounds good. I am hungrier than usual today. . . ." he says, looking for his towel. When he finds it, he starts drying his body.

"And, I got through to them. That is why I have to get home soon," he says. "Apparently, they were worried." He frowns a moment as he ties the towel around his waist. "Mum Eirnae will calm Mum Lenore, though," he smiles, confident of that fact.

Rhiannon nodded, wrapping the towel around herself.
'Okay,' she simply said. She wouldnt raise a fuss about him leaving because their staying together relied on the approval of his parents - and she didnt want them to be angry enough to stop him seeing her again. She put away the toiletries, wriggling her damp wolven ears under the towel covering her hair.
'Do you think they will still allow my mother and me to move in with you guys now?'

Damien nods. "Yes, I think so," he says. "I mean, they wouldn't have offered if they didn't really mean it." He walks over to Rhi and puts his arms around her, squeezing her a moment before letting her go again, placing his scaled hands on her shoulders. "You are both still welcome."

'I thought they might be worried we would be at it like bunnies, even more so now. I don't know that any parent wants to think of their children doing that under their roof.'
Rhiannon slid the shower door shut, opening the bathroom one and walking out towards her room again.

Damien shrugs as he follows her out. "Well, Mum Lenore is the one that goes a little crazy over things like that," he admits. "But, Mum Eirnae can usually calm her down, or Nyoka. I think she ignores it all," he adds.

As much as he dislikes the idea, he starts to dress in the clothes he was wearing yesterday. Just his pants, and undershirt. He pulls his long fingers through is damp hair. "Besides, they would have to get used to the idea. When we get married and move out together, they certainly can't think we are going to be sitting around watching movies and reading all of the time." Especially if they want grandchildren, he thinks, a small smile on his face.

Rhiannon sat in her towel on her bed, watching Damien dress...which was a little depressing as he was very fine to her eyes unclothed. She shook herself of lustful thoughts, and went over to her chest of drawers, searching through them for a set she wanted to wear. She finally pulled out a lacy pair of white panties and matching bra, putting them both on after discarding her towel. She tiptoed over to Damien and wrapped her arms around him;
'You thinking that far ahead already?' she asked. She was still a little dazed at just being engaged, still thinking that someone was going to leap out and shout 'Fooled You!', and tell her that it was a big joke...or that she'd wake up and it was all a very vivid dream.

Damien chuckles. "I think parents think that far ahead," he says, putting his own arms around her. "Nani was telling me that her and Surion's parents were already thinking about grandchildren. And, might I point out, that they are not engaged yet," he leans forward and kisses Rhi's forehead.

Rhiannon kissed Damien tenderly on the cheek.
'I dont know that my mother is wanting to be a grandmother just yet,' she said, squeezing him tightly for a moment before releasing and looking for more clothes. She pulled out a white blouse, slipping it on and buttoning it up.
'Tinania and Surion are wanting to get married as well?'
Well last time she had spoken to Tinania she had mentioned that she was seeing Surion. And that had been a while ago so it was feasible they had become that serious.
'Both of them are teenagers though,' she said as she pulled on indigo blue jeans and slid the zip up, then buttoned them.
'Bit early for children isnt it?'

Damien shakes his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets and leaning back against the wall. "Well, I suppose that it isn't too early for a parent to prepare for grandchildren," he comments. "Maybe it comes into their heads when they hear their child is getting married, or they think that their child is getting married? Who knows what really goes on in their heads," he says, smiling again.

Telling the Parents (I.E. Apologizing for a Momentarily Bad Memory)

Considering the mood he's anticipating his mums may be in when he gets home, Damien is amazingly cheerful. Try to touch the clouds, run around chasing after Harry, make the skies explode with a thousand lights cheerful. It's so hard to keep this kind of jubilation boxed up inside his heart. He wants to sing it out to the world, and let all know that the woman he adores feels the same, and wants to be his! Yet he has to settle for fast walking through the Haven's lands on the path towards home. He isn't even thinking of how things may look once he gets there, too great is his happiness.

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"More tea, mela?" Eirnae offers as she holds out a steaming cup of one of her more inventive blends that Lenore has always enjoyed. If 'Bliss' tea wouldn't calm Lenore down, there wasn't much else that could. "He should be back any minute now, you know."

Still on cloud nine, Damien finds his feet have taken him to the edge of the koi pond, where he pauses and looks down into the remarkably still waters to get a glimpse of himself. That's when pure panic rips through his haziness in a devasting rush, leaving him wide-eyed and staring. His hair is mussed, 'bed-head' is what Eirnae would call it when she ruffled it in his younger years, always right before she fetched a comb to set it right. His clothing is rumpled, as if declaring, 'I've been worn for longer than a day!' to the world. His outer tunic is missing, he notes as his hands pat down the front of his shirt, as if struck blind by realizing just how much trouble he's going to be in. Oh hells, and his cloak! He left that at Rhii's too, along with his cloakpin. To use magic so close to the house would alert too many residents of the manor to his presence to make it stealthy, and for a moment he actually considers going back to Rhiannon's to fetch his things.

No.. No, his mums have waited long enough. Might as well face them as he is without any premises getting in the way of the truth. 'Just the same,' he thinks as he gets out a small comb from one of his pants' pockets, 'I'd rather not have my hair like this while trying to look serious.'

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Eirnae holds in a sigh, arching a brow at the nightmare's choice of addition to the room's atmosphere. The blasted thing was not helping to make Lenore's mood any better, perching on her shoulder like a raven eyeing a plump corpse with delight. She rises even as she brushes aside any form of comparision of Lenore to the image that tried to creep into her mind unbidden, and latches onto the nightmare's steely legs with a firm grip of her right hand. "Off with you," she says as she tugs the bird-like being up and throwing him into the air, knowing from past experience that the damned thing would be able to fly off without trouble. At least, she thinks she didn't chuck him too hard towards the hallway to prevent it.

"Aye, I'll agree that he'll have to be punished for his lack of thinking," she says softly as she moves to be in Lenore's field of vision, her hair escaping from her upswept french braid to frame her face with curvy tendrils, "But I recall that we agreed the last thing we wanted is to scare respect into him."

She faces her love's fury like a sailor on a pitching ship, with feet planted and ready to ride out the storm. "When he does get back, Lenore, I'll remind him that we worry because we love him. That him not calling us earlier hurt, and I assure you, melamin, it hurt us both." Her calm poker-face that she's been maintaining all night is ruined by the glitter of the deepfelt pain at both worrying over Damien and seeing Lenore this upset that shows in her currently bright green eyes.