MHA #6, Sunday Morning

[firstofitskind]

Over the last few months, Liam had fallen back on a number of old habits, including the one where he only bothered with sleeping the few hours a night that his body required. Instead, he kept busy doing other things, including regular runs around the island. He was on his way back to the apartment for a shower after one such run just now, as a matter of fact.

After that (and making sure the mice- and squirrel!Verity- had breakfast), it was probably tea and a breakfast sandwich at the Perk. What an exciting life he led.

[ooc: for the wiiiiiife.]

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[firstofitskind]

It absolutely was not. “What do you want?”

For breakfast, he meant.

Sure, the fridge was looking a little sparse, but that was what delivery was for.

[arboreal_priestess]

"One of everything?" Verity said with a laugh. "Enough coffee to drown in? Excessive amounts of protein?"

To stay right here forever?

[firstofitskind]

"I can make that happen," Liam promised. Except he was leaning down to kiss her again so it might be a minute or twelve before he got on that.

At least he was making good on the answer she hadn't actually voiced?

[arboreal_priestess]

And, honestly, that was the most important one. And she didn't seem to be in such a hurry for breakfast that she was about to complain about more kisses.

It had been a long time.

[firstofitskind]

"Waffles," he murmured against her lips. "With sausage. And bacon." Not that there had been anything but plant-based proteins in their house for... a long time, but they were getting this delivered and anyway, he would've happily grilled her a steak without a second thought right now.

[arboreal_priestess]

"You do love me," Verity sighed. Her arms tighten around his waist and she tries to get get closer still, like any space between them is too much.

[firstofitskind]

"A chuisle mo chroí, remember?" he told her. The feel of her pressed up against him was good, perfect, everything.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Say it again," Verity sighed. "It's been months since I heard it last."

She tilted her head up to look at him, resting her chin on his chest. "I love you, too."

[firstofitskind]

"A chuisle mo chroí," Liam repeated obligingly. It'd been months since he'd heard her say that, too. "I was starting to worry," he admitted.

A bit of a white lie; he'd started to worry somewhere around the third week, and it had never really abated. Still hadn't, if the way he was holding on to her was any indication.

[arboreal_priestess]

She wasn't going to call Liam out on that white lie, even though she had seen him worry.

"I've never heard of an animal transformation that lasted this long," Verity admitted. "It's...I can only imagine what it was like on the outside."

[firstofitskind]

"I thought maybe it wasn't Fandom, this time. That one of your family's enemies had perhaps decided to take revenge in a particularly maddening way," Liam confessed. As he spoke, his hands ran up her back, and then back down her arms, as if he was reassuring himself that she was in fact hale and whole and human.

... Were those Dominic's speech patterns he was emulating just a bit there? Maaaaaaybe.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity wasn't gonna call him on it. Dominic was perhaps the only person on this coast who understood that fear.

"Next time you're worried about that, call Aunt Rose," she suggested. And then wrinkled her nose at the possibility of a next time.

[firstofitskind]

"Rose?" Liam blinked down at her. "Why her, specifically?"

[arboreal_priestess]

"She knows routewitches," Verity said. "And she can get here a lot faster and more reliably than anyone else in the family, besides Aunt Mary. She might not know what to do or how to fix it, but she could at least get it confirmed or denied that it was a curse."

Her aunts were very useful to have.

[firstofitskind]

“That’s handy,” Liam acknowledged. “I’ll keep it in mind, though hopefully it won’t come up.”

He knew, given the lives that they led, that it most likely would at some point. Was still gonna hope, though.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Nothing wrong with hoping," Verity said, running her hands over his face. "So long as you remember to prepare. And I know you will."

[firstofitskind]

"It's good to know you have so much faith in me," Liam said. His tone was lightly teasing, but there was truth to it as well. He knew, too, that she never would've let herself fall in love with him if he wasn't capable of preparing for any number of possible disasters.

[arboreal_priestess]

Correct. Or was the type to expect hope to just...carry them through.

Hope was important, but ammo was better.

"How could I not?" she asked.

[firstofitskind]

"Have I mentioned yet today that I love you?"

He had, sort of, albeit not in English.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Not enough," was Verity's only reply.

[firstofitskind]

"Ask nothing more of me, sweet;
All I can give you I give.
Heart of my heart, were it more,
More would be laid at your feet:
Love that should help you to live,
Song that should spur you to soar.

All things were nothing to give
Once to have sense of you more,
Touch you and taste of you, sweet,
Think you and breathe you and live,
Swept of your wings as they soar,
Trodden by chance of your feet.

I that have love and no more
Give you but love of you, sweet:
He that hath more, let him give;
He that hath wings, let him soar;
Mine is the heart at your feet
Here, that must love you to live."

Know what he'd been doing a lot of in his spare time lately? Reading poetry, that's what.

[arboreal_priestess]

I want to stand with you on a mountain,
I want to bathe with you in the sea.
I want to lay like this forever,
Until the sky falls down on me

Oh can you see it baby?
You don't have to close your eyes
'Cause it's standing right before you.
All that you need will surely come

I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy.
I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need.
I'll love you more with every breath, truly madly deeply do.

Uhhh...Verity knew pop songs?

[firstofitskind]

Hey, it didn't have to be written by an overdramatic Victorian to count as poetry!

"I'm suddenly feeling very overdressed," he admitted.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Oh. Right." Verity did not seem over fussed about her state of undress. "Is that your way of hinting something?" she teased.

[firstofitskind]

Like this was the first time she'd been naked in the kitchen?

"Do you want it to be?"

She was the one who'd just been de-squirreled, he was more than happy to let her take the lead here.

... Okay, he was more than happy to let her take the lead almost all of the time, shh.