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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[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.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I think I need a shower first," Verity said. "And to brush my teeth."

It. Had. Been. Months.

Ugh, now that she was thinking about it, her scalp itched.

[firstofitskind]

"I could wash your hair for you?" Liam asked, hope tinging his voice. Could she blame him for feeling just a little clingy?

"I'll let you handle your teeth on your own, though."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Yes," Verity agreed immediately. "Yes, you should absolutely do that. It's vital to my post-squirreling process."

[firstofitskind]

"Come on then, love," Liam said, tugging her in the direction of the bathroom. "Let's get you freshened up."

Their path from the kitchen to the bathroom, coincidentally, took them past the bedroom that hadn't been there a month ago. Liam wasn't sure if Verity had really noticed its sudden appearance while she'd been all squirrely, but he doubted it'd escape her notice now.

[arboreal_priestess]

"...Soooooooooooooooooo," Verity said, all casual. "I can't help but notice our layout changed."

[firstofitskind]

"Hm?" Liam said innocently. "Right. Well, it's just, you know," he scrubbed at the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't clutching Verity's. "An opportunity came up, and it just seemed... prudent? For, uh. If there's more than just the two of us and the mice."

Especially since thanks to the magic of whatever the hell that particular week had been, the extra room added space to the interior of the apartment without actually modifying how much of the floor they occupied.

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity looked up at him with a small smile. "Just in case, huh?" she asked.

[firstofitskind]

Liam nodded, the fingers twined with hers squeezing a bit harder for a moment. “Street hasn’t found anything yet. But she’s still looking. I want to be ready.”

He was smiling back at her, but there was something serious in his eyes too. He wanted this- the two of them starting their own family- so much.

[arboreal_priestess]

"We will be," Verity promised. "We absolutely will be."

They already loved him and that was most of it, right? Everything else was just details.

...And weapons.

[firstofitskind]

Love and weapons saw them through a hell of a lot, so far, it was true.

"But first," he said. "Shower. And then breakfast, your birthday presents, sex... the order of everything after the shower is entirely negotiable."

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity pauses. Slaps her forehead. "I missed your birthday!" she wails.

[firstofitskind]

"Yup," Liam confirmed. Had he been a little disappointed at the time? Maybe. But that had been over a month ago. "Not like you could help it," he said gently.

[arboreal_priestess]

"But I still missed it!" Verity said, spinning around to hug him again.

She was a lot more concerned about that than missing her own, truth be told.