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 Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:36 am
Wah! That tickles!
Mmm, cuddles.
Taranieth wiped the tears off with his thumb. "Oy. No crying." he said. "Or I'll start to worry about hurting you somehow."
Then he kissed away the wet lines on his face, and snuggled up for sleep.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 4:14 pm
I want you to trust me...... and by the morrow, I shall have implemented my plan to try and help you do that. "I'm not hurting - not really..." Patrick whispered, smiling tearily as he stroked a strand of hair around Tranieth'sear with gentle fingers.
"I just... you just have to believe me when I say that they're happy tears, okay?" He murmured, snuggling into the Fae's arms. "You haven't done anything to harm me, I promise."
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 7:14 am
Wah! That tickles!
Mmm, cuddles.
Taranieth laughed. "If you cry when you are happy, I hope you cry yourself to sleep every night with such tears." he said, kissing him. "Though, I must correct you. I have hurt you before, with my mistrust. I hope you know that it is something that I am trying to fix."
"Starting right now, with not questioning that you are crying, as you put it, happy tears." he added. "Shall we sleep, then?" he asked, cuddling him again. The comfort of holding Patrick made him rather sleepy for some reason.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 2:59 pm
I want you to trust me...... and by the morrow, I shall have implemented my plan to try and help you do that. Patrick shifted a little, then nodded as he snuggled into Taranieth's arms with a soft sigh. "We'll sleep, and when we wake I'll leave with you..." He smiled contentedly.
"Then I get to help you decide what colour the baby's room should be... though we need to make sure that we can hear when we're needed..." he mumbled, half-asleep now.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 1:44 pm
Wah! That tickles!
Mmm, cuddles.
Taranieth chuckled. "So long as it isn't pink." he said with a grin, before sleep really did overtake him, uninterrupted until the first rays of the sun crept past the window.
He blinked blearily and smiled. Who could be anything but a very morning person when they were sleeping like this? He looked over at Patrick's sleeping face. So cute...
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:25 pm
I want you to trust me...... and by the morrow, I shall have implemented my plan to try and help you do that. Patrick was snoring lightly, yet when the Faery started watching him he stirred, turning into Taranieth and instinctively holding on with a tiny yawn.
His eyes were still closed, but a smile rested upon his lips. The young man wasn't awake yet but he began to giggle.
"We'll break daddy down: you give 'im biiig goo goo eyes, I'll tickle and then maayybeee he'll let you have a pink stripe..." he mumbled, grinning with the dream.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 8:20 am
Wah! That tickles!
Mmm, cuddles.
Taranieth wondered what exactly that meant. Pink? Huh? Goo goo eyes? Tickles? Then he put it all together and he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Patrick was dreaming of their child. Who, for some unfathomable reason, wanted a pink bedroom, apparently.
He imagined Patrick talking to a child. Annoyingly, the baby was, though adorable, nowhere near the cute level of its parent.
He shook with silent laughter. Biiig goo goo eyes. he thought. Pink stripe.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 1:29 pm
I want you to trust me...... and by the morrow, I shall have implemented my plan to try and help you do that. "Mhmm. Like that - but if daddy ever catches you using that look when you're older, he'll be very unhappy: it's too effective for your own good!"
Patrick winced as he added something in an even quieter voice: "Worse is that I taught it to you..."
Then he seemed to shake the imagined guilt off as he hugged the Faery, apparently thinking that he was the child. "But since you're daddy's treasure, we can convince him to paint a lovely, big pink stripe on the wall... I'm sure of it."
With that he smiled contentedly as the dream faded and he made a small sound of happiness, snuggling into Taranieth before his eyes opened.
"M-," he yawned.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 3:41 pm
Wah! That tickles!
Mmm, cuddles.
Taranieth's laugh kept getting harder to bottle, the longer Patrick talked.
Then he woke.
He kissed Patrick's forehead. "That child of ours is going to be spoiled rotten." he joked, "But goo goo eyes or no, pink paint is not entering my house. Keegan would never visit again." He winked. Secretly, he knew that if the child wanted a pink stripe, it could probably manage to obtain one. Especially if Patrick trained it in making goo goo eyes. Patrick exuded adorable. Any child trained by him, particularly with the previous advantage of being their child, could not fail to melt the faery.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 3:55 pm
I want you to trust me...... and by the morrow, I shall have implemented my plan to try and help you do that. "Keegan wouldn't be proof against the eyes either - our baby girl will just beg him to come back and that'll be that..." Patrick mumbled, not making any moves to get away from Taranieth, still wrapped close to him.
"Did you...sleep well?" He murmured as he reluctantly lifted an arm away from the Fae man to rub his eyes. "Sorry if I...", a yawn, "kept you awake..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 4:01 pm
Wah! That tickles!
Mmm, cuddles.
"I slept rather better than I have in years." Taranieth said, with a smile. "I can be a bit of an insomniac. And of course, neither of us knows the gender of our child-to-be. Let us not get ahead of ourselves."
He nipped Patrick on the neck playfully, on a spur of the moment. "Lovely one." he said, with a loving smile.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 4:19 pm
I want you to trust me...... and by the morrow, I shall have implemented my plan to try and help you do that. "Hopefully you keep sleeping well - watching me sleep can't be fun..." Patrick told him, thinking aloud as he gently began to pull away from Taran - he'd need the bathroom soon.
"We might not have a girl, but if we did then it's more likely that she'd be the one to want a pink stripe. A boy would probably - not definitely, but probably - want a toy ship or something..." A grin lit up his face as he winked at Taranieth.
"Then you'd be the one teaching him how to convince me to carve him one... along with the circus animals..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 4:52 pm
Wah! That tickles!
Mmm, cuddles.
"No, darling." Taranieth contradicted with a laugh, "We will all three be begging Keegan, for he can make a safe fire to fight for the beautifully-carved toy fire truck, one with no risk at all to the amazing carvings that shall adorn each and every one of our walls. At any rate, no girl of mine shall think of pink stripes. Perhaps, however, she might like some paintings of the forest."
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:07 pm
I want you to trust me...... and by the morrow, I shall have implemented my plan to try and help you do that. Patrick folded his arms and gave Taranieth a mock-stern expression. "What if our little girl suits pink and likes the colour just as much as she likes her paintings of forest scenes? Would you then still deny her the right to wear and decorate in pink?"
He wagged a finger playfully in front of Taran's nose. "We have to be fair: if any boy child of ours can have blue, then any little girl ought to be able to - oh!" He blinked in shock as a thought occured to him.
"T-Taran..." he whispered, biting his lip.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:16 pm
Wah! That tickles!
Mmm, cuddles.
Taranieth had understood the pink was an accepted human girl's colour. For some reason the men here didn't wear it. He didn't blame them. But he didn't understand the blue comments.
Before he could ask, Patrick gave him a look that said something was up. "What, darling?" he asked, concerned.
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