Liam Kincaid (
firstofitskind) wrote2018-04-07 12:50 am
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MHA #6, Saturday Morning
So last night had not exactly gone the way either Verity or Liam had been expecting it to go, to be honest. Which was not to say it was bad, exactly. A little awkward, possibly. Maybe a bit frustrating. But not bad.
But while Verity had been - well, 'startled' would be putting it gently - regarding what had happened instead of actual sex, she'd still asked Liam to stay over. They'd fallen asleep together, content with the idea that they'd talk about things tomorrow. As well as do some things that weren't talking.
Liam being Liam, he'd woken up after a couple hours and slipped out to the living room to do a bit of reading without disturbing Verity's sleep. The mice, naturally, had taken his appearance to mean that the Invocation of the Sacred Law of Food For Privacy had drawn to a close, until he pointed out that he didn't really have the authority to make such decisions.
... Have you ever seen a disappointed mouse face? Because that's what Liam had to deal with, several times over. He'd ended up placating them by ordering a delivery of a couple Mooby Burgers (the only place open at that absurd hour).
Eventually, he headed back to bed, because waking up with Verity was something he'd come to enjoy on the handful of occassions they'd managed it so far. What he wasn't expecting was to be woken up by small, insistent voices.
"Hey," he muttered. "Thought we had a deal, guys."
Yeah, this wasn't the mice, Liam.
[ooc: for the girlfriend, some small children, and the talking mice.]
But while Verity had been - well, 'startled' would be putting it gently - regarding what had happened instead of actual sex, she'd still asked Liam to stay over. They'd fallen asleep together, content with the idea that they'd talk about things tomorrow. As well as do some things that weren't talking.
Liam being Liam, he'd woken up after a couple hours and slipped out to the living room to do a bit of reading without disturbing Verity's sleep. The mice, naturally, had taken his appearance to mean that the Invocation of the Sacred Law of Food For Privacy had drawn to a close, until he pointed out that he didn't really have the authority to make such decisions.
... Have you ever seen a disappointed mouse face? Because that's what Liam had to deal with, several times over. He'd ended up placating them by ordering a delivery of a couple Mooby Burgers (the only place open at that absurd hour).
Eventually, he headed back to bed, because waking up with Verity was something he'd come to enjoy on the handful of occassions they'd managed it so far. What he wasn't expecting was to be woken up by small, insistent voices.
"Hey," he muttered. "Thought we had a deal, guys."
Yeah, this wasn't the mice, Liam.
[ooc: for the girlfriend, some small children, and the talking mice.]
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"Hey, mom," Tyrus said with a sigh, having resigned himself to the fact that this was, in fact, happening. "Hey, dad. We would've called ahead, but," he shrugged. Kind of hard to do that when your sister impulsively jumped into a portal to who-knows-where and you followed out of a need to make sure she didn't get into too much trouble.
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Look, Liam had been conceived and born, grew up in three hours, and his mother's memories erased. And last night there had been a big purple glow and Verity was just a little concerned right now.
In a minute, she might remember listening to the radio last year, but at this moment, she was using all of her self-control not to freak out
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Except Beckett's memories being erased hadn't been a part of the whole... process... that had been a conscious decision on the part of the Resistance. And he was pretty sure he'd remember Verity having kids at some point during the night. Right?
"I don't think- I mean, I wasn't trying to-" he was pretty sure that intent was critical when it came to how reproduction worked for the Kimera. Of course, as he'd said last night, he really had no idea what he was doing. And he was two-thirds human, after all. Who knew how these things worked??
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"Don't call me Tyrant!" Tyrus said, screwing his face up. "You know I hate that." But, uhh, Hayley had a point. "Mom? Are you okay?"
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"Highest cupboard," she said, since there was no way she'd be able to put it there.
"Okay," she said to the kids. In her house. Calling her mom. "So we're going to have to, uhh, start from the very beginning here. Mom?! How did that happen?"
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Okay, that was something of a relief.
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The children were awkwardly silent, Hayley giving Tyrus frantic looks out of the corner of her eyes.
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She looked at the little girl, who was doing a bad job of pretending to not know anything, to the slightly older boy who was refusing to look at anyone, over to Liam. "Tagging you in," she decided, leaning over to tap his shoulder. "I'm making coffee."
And possibly putting alcohol into it.
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"We can come back to that," he said. "What're your names?" Because that would also be useful information to have.
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"I can say it myself," the girl hissed. "Just 'cause you're bigger doesn't mean you always get to-" she trailed off, because oh yeah, there were things that she wasn't really supposed to talk about. "I'm Hayley!" she concluded brightly. "We were gonna make breakfast."
They hadn't gotten very far. Mostly because of the lack of anything breakfast-y (beyond that possibly spiked coffee) in Verity's kitchen.
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...And make that probably-spiked. Verity was clinging to her mug like she was waiting for someone to take it away from her and the coffee wasn't even done percolating yet.
"Hayley?" Verity asked, brows furrowed. "And Tyrus?"
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And took another sip of her Irish coffee which had yet to have any coffee in it.
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...And one for Liam, because she wasn't the literal worst.
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It was then that he noticed Glimmerbug and Aurelius, still patiently waiting on the table.
Liam had made a point to get reasonably familiar with Verity's colony, and he was fairly certain these two didn't belong to it. "I see you didn't come alone," he observed.
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"The God of Distant Stars is wise and observant," Glimmerbug said, giving him a little bow. "I am the first initiate in the worship of the Flamebright Priestess."
"And I for the God of Missing Time!" Aurelius added.
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"How does everyone feel about breakfast?" Liam asked the room at large. Again, not that there was anything suitable for a meal in the apartment, but they had an island full of restaurants to choose from.
Part of him was certain he should be freaking out, more than he already had, at the idea of having children of his own; especially the kind who showed up so suddenly. But it was also... nice. Not just the idea of no longer being the last of the Kimera, but to imagine possibly building a future with Verity. He hadn't given the idea too much thought until now, since they'd only been dating for a few months, but... yeah. Nice. Definitely.
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And, you know, maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe have a very tiny freakout in her bedroom. NBD.
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The same kitchen they'd been alone in before he and Verity had woken up. Clearly they'd be fine. So that decision made, he followed Verity into her room and closed the door behind them.
"Hey," he said quietly as the door clicked shut. "You okay?"
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She rounded on him, her whole posture screaming FIGHT! and took one, two, three determined steps towards him--
And as soon as she was in arms reach, all the hostility bled from her posture and she just kind of slumped over, clinging to him for dear life. "I'm freaking out pretty bad," she confessed.
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"Understandably," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Understandable, even if he was... not freaking out perhaps as much as he should. "It's not every day kids just show up and claim to be yours. Ours."
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