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 Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 2:21 pm
Although he wasn't especially offended by anything his son said, Naarhiji couldn't help but cast a very mildly miffed squint over Percivle's head and in Malikai's direction for his thinly veiled amusement. Thought something was funny, did he? It probably wasn't worth commenting on, since the mood was so lighthearted already, but there wasn't any reason not to, either, so with a quiet huff, he uttered, "If you were the bad guy on occasion, I wouldn't be the only one making screaming noises."
But this particular occasion didn't seem any different than most. So, 'bad guy' as he was, Naar plucked up the disheveled blankets from Percy's rambunctiousness and tucked them around the younger twin. Satisfied that Percy would be content there, he leaned over and scooped Era up onto his lap, humming out a pleased, "Momma's sweet boy," as he combed fingers through Erasmus' hair.
Percivle groaned softly and slouched back against the headboard, wiggling his toes beneath the covers and pouting. It was still dark out, and there hadn't been that much restful sleep up til this point in the night, but it was difficult to be still when there might be monsters outside.
Not that he expected his daddy couldn't handle that much, but still.
He reached to slip his hand somewhere in the vicinity of where he thought his brother's might be, tucked to their momma as he was. "I'm not worried," Percy assured. "And I don't care if they're wrong about most stuff all the time, as much as they wanna be." He leaned, resting his head on Naar's arm to be closer to Era. "But I still wanna be me, and I want you to be you, and sometimes it's okay if nobody knows I'm me and you're you, but sometimes- Sometimes they should."
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 11:42 pm
Malikai’s attention turned Naarhiji’s way at the comment, though his eyes danced still with amusement despite the ‘reprimand’, and his tone was gentle, if teasing, when he spoke. “Far as I figure you’d be makin’ some variety o’ ‘screamin’ noises’ on account o’ somethin’ regardless, or ‘m not doin’ my job proper,” he said. “But…”
Leaning, he dropped a kiss to the top of Percy’s head, Era’s, and then over further still to Naar’s cheek, where he nuzzled.
“If you don’ think ‘m bein’ bad enough I’ll adjust my efforts, mmm?”
Erasmus had no objections to his father doting affections on his mother — that was all well, good, and normal as it ought to be — but at this particular moment he had been getting attention all his own between his mother’s coos and pets and now—well, it wasn’t so bad he supposed. If Daddy wanted to attempt finagling away some of his momma’s attention for himself he was probably entitled, and Era had other things to focus on anyway as opposed to his parents’ kissy faces.
Like Percy’s fingers wriggling around down there somewhere under the covers. After finding, catching, and twining theirs together, Era squeezed lightly. “Sometimes they should,” he agreed. “And if they don’t when they should, we’ll tell ‘em.” And then, because Daddy was giving Momma kisses, the hour was late, the night had been long, Percy was near, and it felt — without much thought one way or the other on the matter — like the only good, normal, reasonable and natural thing to do at that moment, Erasmus leaned, twisting just enough in his mother’s hold to kiss his brother goodnight. “I love you best.”
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 8:45 am
There could not possibly be that many instances where Naarhiji wasn't either annoyed or in bed where he made any great variety of 'screaming noises.' The younger man squinted in his beloved's direction, lips puckered and cheeks puffing out because it sounded like some thinly veiled reference to the latter, and he didn't much think there needed to be hardly any discussion as to his nightly habits around two basically infant boys.
But his agitated rebuttal petered out into a muted puff as Malikai nuzzled against him, and Naar begrudgingly eased into the touch. "I suppose we've gotten on well enough without any 'adjustments' so far," he retorted, leaning to catch Malik's lips with his own.
Percivle was less enthused by this.
His parents could do whatever they pleased and what pleased them, whenever it was convenient, but only so long as he wasn't scrunched between them. "Da," he grunted, tiny fingers splaying over Malikai's chest and pushing with all the minimal arm strength he had. "Git offa me. You're squishin' me." They weren't hardly touching more than just a brush of fabric, but it felt smothering all the same. He huffed, grunted, and twisted to press closer to his momma's legs, and Era in turn.
This, too, proved to be more than he expressly wanted. Percy's nose crinkled up at his brother's kiss, a contrast to the still-playful smile he wore. "Ew, Era, don't be like Daddy, that's gross." He huffed and shimmied down far enough the he could rub off his face into his twin's shirt. Though contrary to his words, he buried his face there, looping an arm up and over Era's chest contentedly. "I love you too."
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 10:13 am
All of Percivle’s objections — both from Malikai and Erasmus’ perspectives — would have seemed more pressing had they been presented with more, well, objection. As it was, Malikai at least gave a consoling and ‘apologetic’ hair stroke to his youngest son before cooperatively backing off and settling to bed more fully himself.
The hour was late, and even if that wasn’t weighing on his youthful descendants (though it did now finally seem to be), he was tired. The mood, too, seemed to be helpfully winding down, and he encouraged it with utterings of goodnight, instructions that the boys ought sleep now too, and arranging himself so he wouldn’t, in fact, be squishing anyone (hopefully) later on if the added company opted to remain in the bed, as they currently seemed to.
Era, for his part, couldn’t have been more content.
His parents and brother were about him, Percivle’s night demons had been — if not slain face to face by himself personally — at least dealt and done away with, and Percivle was still right there, right there tucked against him and holding to him. As his eyes drifted down of their own accord, like curtains bid by some invisible director to pull shut, a yawn escaped him too, and he looped his arm up, bringing it to rest over Percy with his fingertips curled amidst hair.
“S’not gross,” he said, but it came like a sleepy afterthought, barely louder than a yawn and less insistent, as he had very, very little to complain about. With his mother at his back, warm and present, his father to the opposite side, and Percivle nested snuggly and safe against him, all was right with Erasmus’ world.
It couldn’t have been but moments before he was fast asleep.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 1:16 pm
It seemed like things were beginning to wind down, despite Percy's initial assumption that since he was awake, the others would follow suit, and they'd all get up and go have midnight breakfast. But he was in bed now, laying down, with the entirety of his family close at hand. And since they might still be sleepy, it was probably best to go through the rest of the night the usual way, just for their benefits. Because he wasn't tired, himself. Certainly not.
But he couldn't get up and have adventures alone, and not even Erasmus looked like he felt any special desire to move. Percy kneaded his fingers in his brother's shirt and peeked up at his face. Era didn't feel like he had any special desire to move, either.
So that pretty much settled that. Any lingering antsiness he had about the night and sleeping now would just have to be pushed to the side. The morning would come eventually, though likely still far too slowly for Percy's enjoyment. In the meantime, he might as well close his eyes and get comfortable. That seemed to be his momma's and daddy's and Era's plan. It wasn't so much longer that he drifted off, himself.
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