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U literally never were .^-^ !

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AAWWWWWWWWWWW UR TINY N ADORABLE SOBS GENTLY PATS UR SKULL

[mmmonie]

Hi my other post? Got notes? And I already had this basically ready to go so………….? Here it is I guess! Also I’m so sorry for how long this is LOL…..I am incapable of shutting up once I get going so it’s under the read more for you…….(also?? thank you? for the followers uhm cheesed to meet you? 😳 lol)

This is basically what I imagine the manifestation of a demon's powers to be like??? I called it the “juvenile phase” in my other post so thats what im going with lol

Here’s some things I said in my first post that are relevant here, slightly edited. (I elaborate more on the different ways demons are born in that post and I think they’re pretty self explanatory, but u might wanna go read it just in case it’s not clear enough 😔 sorry): (link to first post)

* Demons have multiple forms, not just the two shown in game. All in all the brothers have 5, each becoming less and less humanoid. (Most demons only have 4) 

* Half/human born demons are more likely to have both a tail and wings in their first demonic form. Stronger demons like the brothers are merely showing off the strongest of the two, but everyone has both. (Again bc I think they’re sick as fuck lol) This is why the stereotypical devil in our world has both wings and a tail. 

*a demon's features can be influenced by what sin they are, but it’s not a hard or fast rule.**

***this does not apply to little Ds whose look is entirely dependent on their sin. They are an entirely separate conversation 😈 (I elaborate on this briefly at the very end LOL) 

* half/human born demons can have two sins assigned to them, though this makes them less powerful in both. Usually there is a more prominent sin. 

*It should also be noted fallen angels do not have a juvenile phase. While the powers they develop after the Fall are different, they already come prepared, having had intense restraint implemented in their training in the celestial realm. The only things they develop are tails and horns, which happens very quickly during the Fall. They still have the same instincts as demons lol they are just much better at maintaining control. 

*another note: I’m gonna use acronyms for our different types of demons after a while to save me some headache. They’re pretty self explanatory (Ex: half demon = HD) 

With that let’s begin, shall we? 

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*All demons are born with innate magical abilities, the juvenile phase is just the manifestation of their sins and some of their power. Some powers do not come into fruition until much later in a demon's lifespan. (Will elaborate later) 

*They won’t have a complete hold on their powers after this either, it’s just like. The bare minimum of getting a grip so they don’t cause immediate damage LOL they have many years to get into the nuances. Magic to demons is about as easy as breathing, but it still comes with its own challenges. 

*Many of the powers that manifest are shaped by what kind of sin(s) they display. I’m gonna say the sin(s) developed depend on the individual rather than it being hereditary. Though there are powers that are inherent to all demons. (i.e. hypnotizing humans like in lesson 11-14)

*The beginning of the juvenile phase starts when a demon develops their horns, wings, claws and tails. 

*For almost every demon, the juvenile phase lasts about two or three weeks. A human born’s phase will immediately kick in the day after their ceremony. Because of a half demon’s heritage, their transition is delayed and will usually happen around “middle school” age. (However many thousands of years that is lol. Also imagine going through puberty AND growing a bunch of extra shit.........smh.) 

*Natural demons have it slightly easier, they go through this phase very early (around toddler age). They develop the nubs of their horns, wings and tail a while after they’re born. 

*However this is NOT easier for whoever is taking care of them. Demons that develop later are mostly self-sufficient, meaning you can leave them to rest a bit. Can't leave a baby alone for very long though, can you? Especially not when they’re hurtling objects around with their mind, or causing things to spontaneously combust. (Also imagine a regular baby during their teething phase……….now imagine a baby’s teething phase being ten times more itchy AND manifesting new powers. Congratulations on your very cranky and powerful baby, best of luck to you.)

*Parents take this in stride as it’s just how demon babies are. It is all very Addams family esque…. like awwww, our baby just tried to induce horrific hallucinations of our own deaths!!! 🥺🥰🤧 they grow up so fast!!!!

*HB and HD wings and things grow in very quickly. The nubs will sprout from the skin and then mature into wings and horns in just a few days. ND transitions are much more drawn out, taking about a week to complete. All the growth is very itchy for everyone though. 

*You know when you have an itch that just won’t quit or that you can’t reach, so you have to use some outside force to get some relief? Same concept here. Much like deer and their antlers, demons rub their horns and wings up against things to get to those spots they can’t get to themselves. It also has the added effect of encouraging growth and getting excess skin/keratin off them. Family members often help with preening and scratching. 

*There are special concoctions/spells to make the process easier and to help ease the itchiness. As well as products made for specific purposes, like to get at that space where your wings meet your shoulders lol 

*There are also things to pad horns. Having your baby demon impale your shins is no fun. Neither is having your best friend accidentally get stuck in the cabinet because their horns went through the shelf. 

*The first week and a half is usually when a demon is most active. They are encouraged to play fight, stretch their new wings and become familiar with their new instincts. 

•Play fighting is a way to help learn to readjust to their new strength. (and thank god demons are near impossible to kill lol they can get VERY rough.) It’s also considered a bonding activity. 

*Hunting instincts also come into play so it’s not uncommon to see a demon in their juvenile phase playing a really fucked up game of hide and seek with their loved ones (no one gets hurt. Probably <3) 

*These two skills also help with learning how to fly. A game of fucked up hide and seek in the forest is both fun and educational. 

*This is very much like when puppies' paws are too big for they got damn them, except y'know. with horns and claws. So expect some accidental scrapes and

*This is also usually the time where their sin(s) will manifest, along with their new powers. At this point this is where family comes in, as a newly developing demon is reliant on everyone around them to help them learn how to control their strength/powers. Taking care of a demon in their juvenile phase is a family bonding activity, and even those who are prone to being cold are a bit softer during this time. (A reminder that family can be anyone, not just blood related.) 

*The second half of their transition is more about conserving energy for the introduction of their final form.  

*Nesting instincts kick in and are important here, because any nest created will be that demon's home for a period of time. They won’t stray very far from wherever they’ve chosen to stay. Nearly all demons will just choose a comfortable place in their home to nest, however, some demons (i.e. demons like Levi) need a special place because of their final forms. They will be drawn there instinctively.

*A nest is just composed of soft material and sometimes extra objects. For example a greed demon might want shiny or precious objects around their nest. 

*This will also be the home of the loved one(s) taking care of their demon. They will go out and find anything the other one might need or want. A demon will only choose one or two others to take care of them at this time. Other family members are allowed to visit, but the chosen demon(s) stay with their struggling one for nearly the entire last half of this period. 

*It’s considered an honor to be chosen and it is a bragging point, especially if you have been chosen multiple times. 

*Despite what you might think, parental/domestic skills are very important to demons. They live a very long time, and it be a waste to treat their spawn poorly. They’re stuck with them for nearly an eternity, so you might as well try to do your best with them. Being able to showcase being chosen to whomever your courting is, how you say.............a little sexy. So being chosen multiple times? “Wow you’d be a great parent? Tell me more…..😳” 

*Demons will slowly spend more and more time in their nest as they approach the end of their phase. Growing extra things takes a lot of energy! Many demons end up mostly sleeping for the last couple days in preparation for the end. 

*Since they are so sleepy, this is the most outwardly cuddly most demons will be. Close family members are encouraged to come stay in the same space for a while. The demon will often be asleep, but waking up and playing games with them is a great way to bond. If you’re REALLY special you might end up being allowed to sleep in their nest for a bit. 

*The juvenile phase culminates when the demon reaches their final form (usually the fourth one.) Over this last half, they slowly grow more monstrous features. Scales, fur, claws, eyes, teeth, spines.........the whole lot! Anything and everything you can imagine. Each demon's final form is unique, though they do not get a decision as to what features they have. Final forms tend to be very large. 

*This is where they are taught how to use their glamor and how to piece themselves back into a form that’s easier to maneuver. Think of it like starting from the top and working your way down. 

*There are demons whose job it is to go mark down the details of every single final form. Things like what powers manifested, to how tall they are, their overall physical strength and what sin(s) they portray, etc. They are all recorded in the royal archives. It’s a bit like a right of passage, especially for younger demons and their parents. 

*Going back to the very top, some powers won’t manifest until after the juvenile phase. Some won’t even manifest until the demon has hit sexual maturity (which takes a MUCH longer time for demons.) This is true of almost every power that Lust develops except for perhaps an increase in their charisma/ability to charm. Demons who are assigned Lust are considered the late bloomers of the demonic world, as almost all other sins manifest more power right away. 

*Also relating to the top of this post: the reason Little Ds looks are biased on what sin they are is because they are pure concentrated forms of sin given life. They’re extracted from the souls of humans who committed sin, and used for grunt work/errand running. They develop their own personalities as they go, but it takes a bit so they’re kind of a blank slate until then.

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I was gonna be like oh treat for you here’s how the brothers dealt with Satan and his juvenile phase but this is long as FUCK already so I will make…...a separate post. Edit: SURPRISE! treat for u! heres the link if u want

Thanks for reading! Until next time ig? 

[taelme]

can you write a parent!au with Taeil where you both are taking care of your kid while their sick (maybe twins?) so you put them to bed or sumn. this is kinda a mess , I loved your Taeyong au with byul!!

genre: parent!au, established relationship!au, kind of slice-of-life, right? I think haha, domestic!au (fluff just alot of domestic soft parent taeil)pairing/s: Taeil / Readerword count: 3k+tw: nonea/n: thank u so so much for being patient anon!! im taeil biased and I love domestic aus so this was very much self-indulgent as well HAHA i hope you enjoy this!!

On days like these, you’d never appreciated Taeil’s presence more.

You were currently rushing over from the bakery you worked at part-time while the kids were at school, a privilege that was courtesy of the kind elderly woman who took you and Taeil under her wing when you were newlyweds.

Upon receiving the phone-call, your heart sank. You’d heard about a few of their classmates having fallen sick recently, not knowing that the flu virus would have spread so quickly to the twins, knowing it was only made worse with the awfully rainy weather you’d been experiencing.

Your only consolation as you were making your way to the preschool was that it was almost time for Taeil to get off work, meaning that you would get help to care for your kids soon.

The receptionist who you were pretty familiar with had greeted you with a sigh of relief, a young girl with a bubbly tone. You didn’t miss the sympathetic look she had given you as she buzzed you in, and you didn’t have to ask her to know that the sound of the crying in the distance belonged to your children. 

Letting her lead you to their classroom, you spotted your pair of 2-year-olds, crying their hearts out as they sat on a mat away from the other students, the teachers desperately trying to soothe them.

“Look, look! Look who’s here!”

One of their teachers gave you a relieved smile upon spotting you, managing to successfully divert your children’s attention towards you, your toddlers standing up immediately and running over to your squatting form with a loud cry leaving their lips.

Opening your arms wide, you’d let them collide into you, rubbing their backs soothingly as you consoled them, “it’s okay, I’m here, I’m gonna take you home, okay?”

Their form teacher had made her way to you, letting the other teacher instruct the children to go to their respective seats, about to start another activity with them. 

“We really didn’t want to disrupt you, but they seemed to be going through a lot of stress so we figured it was best to call you so they can go see a doctor,” the teacher told you apologetically, making you shake your head in dismissal.

“It’s fine, really,” you assured her, “I understand how hard it must’ve been with all of this going on,” you gestured towards the rest of the students who were talking and playing loudly amidst all that was happening.

“Will you be able to manage?” the receptionist had asked, though you knew it was simply out of sympathy since there wasn’t much of a way for her to help if you had said no.

Choosing instead to nod, you stood up, carrying your daughter on your hip and holding your son’s hand with your free hand, managing to usher then out of the class as the teacher explained the situation further to you. 

You had to manage, anyhow.

Cursing mentally, you knew that you didn’t have medicine at home, since you hadn’t found the time to buy any since the last time Taeil fell sick. And your children’s tired-looking, tear-stained faces weren’t doing anything to lessen your worry.

You’d felt your son tugging on the fabric of your pants.

“My head,“ he whimpered, his features beginning to pull into a frown as his pout grew bigger, signs that you knew were the prelude of tears.

“I know, honey, that’s why we’re gonna go to the doctor now, okay?” you told him as you were helping him put on his shoes, your daughter clinging to you tightly as you did so.

“So that the doctor can give you and your sister medicine,” you explained, “then you guys will feel better, hmm?” you gave him a reassuring smile, watching your son nod slowly, feeling too uncomfortable to be anything other than compliant at this point.

Figuring you shouldn’t waste anymore time, you’d bid goodbye to the teachers, fumbling to get your daughter’s shoes on before you left the centre.

Like you said, on days like these, you were extremely thankful for Taeil. 

Had he not chosen this neighbourhood for the both of you, you wouldn’t have been able to bring your twins to the doctors as smoothly as you did now. Though your shoulders were already beginning to ache from carrying your daughter with one hand.

Your son was snuggled up against your arm, staring at the elderly lady sitting nearby that was smiling at him, and you shifted carefully in your seat as your daughter was beginning to fall asleep on your shoulder, giving you a chance to phone Taeil.

“Hello?” You spoke, hearing the tell-tale sound of him clearing his throat. 

“Hey, baby, what’s up?” you could practically imagine his smile. 

You couldn’t help but sigh, huffing in spite of yourself, “the school called to tell me that the kids weren’t feeling well—”

“Huh? Where are you now?” you heard him pause to bid one of his colleagues goodbye.

“—so I’m at the doctors now, but there’s a few people ahead of us so we won’t be that fast,” you glanced at your queue number. You were about 3 consultations away.

You heard muffled noises on Taeil’s side, being able to faintly make out the sound of him bidding goodbye to someone.

“Okay, I’ll head over now, see you soon,” Taeil’s words came out calm, serving to lessen your worry slightly as you bid him goodbye and hung up.

Two patients down in the queue, you’d heard the bells at the door jingle to signal the entrance of another patient you assumed.

Looking up, you couldn’t help but smile, letting out a deep sigh of relief as you saw your husband walking towards you, raising his eyebrows in amusement as he spotted your half-asleep twins lying on and against you.

Upon being woken up by the harsh sound of the nurse’s partition being shut, your daughter had let out a whimper, her cries slowly growing as the discomfort started to kick-in.

Taeil had a smile full of affection on his face at the sight of his daughter, cooing and making soothing sounds at her as you attempted to ease her distress, you waited for Taeil to be done settling down before handing your daughter carefully to him.

“Why are you crying?” he cooed, bouncing her lightly on his shoulder as she had calmed down in the arms of her father.

You felt him lean over to give you a hug, pressing a light kiss to your cheek as you caught the whiff of a scent that was utterly calming, a scent that to this day you could only associate with Taeil. You resisted the urge to sink into his touch.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured.

You heard your son mumble something incoherent, looking up and mustering a tired smile for his dad as Taeil smoothed your son’s hair over, your son bringing a hand up to rub his eye as he wrapped his other arm around yours.

Stretching his arms out in a silent plea to be carried, you couldn’t help but smile, hoisting your son up onto your lap, letting him lean over to sling his arms around your neck, surprising you at his body temperature.

“He’s burning up,” you told Taeil, making Taeil reach over a hand to press it against your son’s forehead gently, the boy leaning into his father’s touch with his eyes drooping closed.

Taeil grimaced, glancing at the queue number currently being flashed on the board, “hopefully the next consultation will be done quickly.” He said, more as a consolation for you since he knew you long enough to be able to tell that you were worried.

Taeil leaned his head against the wall, his hand rubbing your daughter’s back soothingly, “did you have a hard time just now?”

You shrugged, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Not really, I’m just glad you’re here now,” you told him, earning a tight-lipped smile from him. 

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

 You shook your head at Taeil’s question.

“I haven’t, but I doubt either of us have any energy to cook,” you huffed, earning a nod from him, his hand that wasn’t holding your daughter reaching over to grasp yours, his fingers interlocking with yours, resting your interlocked hands on his thigh.

“The kids probably won’t be able to stomach the usual food, anyway. We can just head next door to get something for all of us,” he said, referring to the small (but very well patronised) Chinese food restaurant that you frequented since your kids loved their soup.

Taeil yawned, blinking slowly as he looked at you with hooded eyes, “how were things at the bakery today?”

Your attention was temporarily diverted when you saw the board flash a new number, signalling that you were next in line. Taeil being able to sense your anxiousness, your mind clearly preoccupied with how you’d completely missed his question. 

“Hmm?” you looked at him expectantly, curious as to why he was looking at you like that.

“Do you want to borrow my shoulder?” he asked, his tone light yet firm.

You shook your head, “it’s alright, you worked the whole day…you’re probably more tired than I am,” you explained.

Taeil gave you a look of disbelief, his hand coming up to smooth over your daughter’s hair, “yeah, you’re not fooling anyone—”

“Taeil, please. I’ll manage,” you gave his hand a firm squeeze, hoping your tone was as firm as the gesture.

You spent the next waiting moments zoning out, your son beginning to fiddle with your hair and giggling whenever he managed to tuck the stray strands behind your ears.

You’d felt Taeil tap your hand before you heard the ding of the queue number changing, “c'mon,” he got up with a grunt.

This elicited a giggle from you, trying your best to withhold your comment on how you were both getting old as you picked your son up with a light grunt of your own and carried him over to the doctor’s office.

You were thankful Taeil did most of the talking. You tended to trust him more whenever it came to the more serious matters like these, and of course, you knew this was a serious matter, but you couldn’t help but swoon at Taeil’s demeanour. Fortunately, you weren’t the one that was explaining to the doctor, you wouldn’t have been able to focus for very long.

“Can you bring watch the kids first? I can go and buy the food while you’re waiting,” you told Taeil, seeing him nod at you, prompting you to go as he led your children to the reception area, being able to faintly hear him telling them you were going to get their dinner.

The grandma that ran the restaurant had recognised you, asking you many questions about how you were and how your family was doing while you waited for the food to be prepared.

“Did you come with your husband?” She asked.

You nodded, an unconscious smile making its way on your face as you thought about Taeil, “yeah, he’s next door waiting for the kids�� medicine.”

She gave you a smile, the kind you would give at a cute animal or an adorable baby, “you two are so sweet, send my regards to him and the darlings, okay?” she told you.

Casting a look behind her, she’d stood up, briskly walking over to the kitchen and coming back out with your food orders, “thank you, sweetie.”

You shook your head, thanking her for the food before going out of the restaurant, seeing that Taeil was already waiting outside the doctors for you, pointing in your direction to alert your kids. 

“Look! Your food is all ready, now we can go home!” Taeil said in an overly-enthusiastic tone, waving your twins hands in the air to get them in a more excited mood. 

Your daughter giggled at Taeil’s behaviour, Taeil’s tone managing to get her excited at the thought of food, and you took your son’s hand as you walked back to where Taeil parked the car.

You could hear him humming a song absently as you both strapped your kids into the car seat, the familiarity of it serving to calm you down (which was Taeil’s goal). Letting him drive, you’d spent the ride in relative silence, aside from the sound of Taeil’s music, until you were home.

“We shouldn’t shower them, should we?” You asked, looking to him briefly for advice as you opened your front door, ushering your son in with an excited sound, making the boy erupt in a fit of giggles as he waddled in the direction of his room.

Taeil hummed, his lips twisting into a thoughtful purse, eventually shaking his head, “I remember my grandma telling me that you should give them a sponge bath, she used to do that when we were children and we were running fevers,” he recalled.

Humming in acknowledgement, you nodded, leading your kids to the bathroom as you prepared whatever you needed.

Taeil squat down next to your kids and helped them out of their clothes, pulling his sleeves up to his elbows as he helped you to wash them.

After you were done, you’d brought them to the dining room to eat, thankful that they were compliant even despite the discomfort they must be feeling.

Your son pushed back Taeil’s hair that was falling out of place with a giggle as Taeil fed him, the sight alone enough to make you smile.

“What are you doing, baby?” You asked.

Your son turned to you with a smile, his hands moving to cover Taeil’s forehead. Swallowing his mouthful of dumplings, he spoke, “daddy’s hair is too long, he can’t see.”

You pressed your lips together in your attempt to stifle your laughter, shooting a look at Taeil who simply sighed in agreement, “you’re right, I think I’m due for a haircut too.”

“I think daddy will look cute with short hair, don’t you think?” You asked your daughter, feeding her the last bit of her dumpling as she looked at Taeil curiously, as if trying to imagine what he would look like before nodding her head vigorously, her eyes pulling into small crescents as she grinned at you.

Taeil scoffed playfully at you, “I’m cute with any hair.” Making you laugh, shaking your head at him, turning to scoop the last of your daughter’s food into her mouth. 

“All done,” you sing-songed, standing up to dispose of the food packets, cheering internally that there were no dishes that needed to be done.

Leading your kids back to their room, you’d almost cooed at the sight of how readily they’d gotten into bed with their fever patches on their forehead, excited that Taeil was about to read them their bedtime story.

Soon enough, you could tell they were beginning to doze off, murmurs of ‘goodnights’ leaving them before they’d forgotten all about the story, not seeming to care what would happen to ‘Curious George’ anymore as their breaths evened out, their tiny figures clutching to their bolsters tightly.

Taeil’s eyebrows lifted as he carefully pulled the book from the bed, setting it on the bedside table before turning to you with a tired smile.

Walking out of their room, you saw him raise a hand up to you, not being able to help but laugh as you gave him a high-five, feeling his arm go around you to rub your arm soothingly.

“We did it!” He murmured as triumphantly as he could without waking the kids, earning a groan of relief from you.

“For today,” you sighed, “you should’ve seen them at the centre, they looked like they were in so much pain. Let’s just hope they recover soon.”

Walking into your bedroom, you’d gone to shower first, Taeil lounging on the floor next to your bed using his phone as he waited. You were done quickly (despite the ache in your shoulders), letting Taeil shower as you took your time to get changed, searching through your drawers to find pain-relief patches.

Going over to your kids room, you’d turned on their night-light, sitting at the small chair you had near their bed and basking in the calm of their room for a while, the sight of them peacefully sleeping serving to calm your heart down a little more.

Taeil figured you were in the room when he hadn’t seen you in your bedroom after showering. Going over to your kids room after changing and opening the door slowly to find you in your children’s room, walking over to you and holding his hand out for you to take. 

He’d looked different now, so much younger in his sleeping attire, his simple shorts and t-shirt a big contrast from his office-wear, his hair still slightly damp and messy from being tousled by his towel.

“Ready to go to bed?” He asked, earning a shake of the head from you.

“Me neither,” he huffed with a smile, stretching out a hand for you to take, and you’d let him pull you back to your room. 

Sitting on your side of the bed, Taeil made his way over after turning off the light, the small lamp on your beside table casting a warm glow on where you were. About to pull you over, Taeil frowned upon spotting the pain relief patches on your bed.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, setting your phone down and turning, seeing him holding up the box of pain-relief patches, “nothing, my shoulders just kind of hurt, I think it’s my sleeping position and carrying the kids just now made it hurt a little worse.”

Taeil frowned, beckoning you over to the bed as he sat behind you, cross-legged, one of his hands going up to rest on your shoulder nearer to your neck, “here?”

You brought your hand up to grasp his, moving it just slightly, “here.”

Taeil tut his tongue in feigned annoyance, already beginning to dig his thumb into your shoulder, “you’re almost as stiff as me,” he snickered, “you see, this is what happens when you don’t let me take care of you more.”

You rolled your eyes, not being able to retort when you’d felt him apply more pressure on your shoulders, letting your eyes close briefly at the sensation, not knowing how much time had passed before he stopped, letting out a small huff of amusement.

“Better stop now, wouldn’t want you falling asleep like this.” He helped you paste the patches on your skin, tossing the box onto the nearby work desk, and you turned around to face him.

“How was work?” You asked, hearing him hum.

“The usual, I guess, there wasn’t much going on today other than working on my marketing proposal,” he yawned, “oh, right, Johnny told me to tell you he says hi,” he huffed, lying down on his side of the bed, his palm going under his pillow as he looked at you from where he lay.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “that’s cute. Can I bring over some lunch next week?” You lay down, rolling over onto your side to face him, feeling him roll over so he was facing you as well.

“For me? Or for Johnny?” He teased, making you gasp. 

“Fine, I’ll just bring it for Johnny then since you don’t—”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Of course, you can.” He was quick to make a disclaimer, lest you really show up without his lunch. You sighed, shooting him a harmless glare.

“I think I’ll stay home tomorrow to look after the kids,” you yawned, hearing him whisper a small thank you, his thumb rubbing the skin of your waist gently, a yawn leaving him as well. 

“You know…” you began, “today while everything was happening, there was just one thought that kept popping into my head.”

Taeil sniffed, nodding at you as he blinked slowly, prompting you to continue, reaching one of his hands out to brush your hair behind your ear, feeling the cold metal of his wedding ring graze your cheek in an ever so feather-like manner as he pushed your hair away from your neck absently.

“How good this neighbourhood is?” He joked, making you scoff.

“Yes, that was one,” you smiled, “but the other thought was…how thankful I was for you.”

Taeil fell silent at that, simply looking at you with a tired smile on his face, your words seeming to have filled him with even more love for you, if that was possible.

You heard stories about your friends who were struggling to take care of their kids when both they and their partners were working, and you knew that choosing to sacrifice your job temporarily was a choice you were willing to make, but you were thankful you had someone like Taeil by your side who was more than willing to do his part as a father, most of the times doing more than the bare minimum.

“What?” you broke the silence, not being able to handle him staring at you like that any longer even though you’ve been together for so long, making him shake his head, his movements almost seeming slower as he shifted closer, his hand going under your chin gently as he pressed his lips against yours.

Pulling away, he’d let his forehead rest against yours gently, a silent acknowledgement of your words.

“Love you,” he murmured, making you pout before leaning over and closing the gap between the both of you, kissing him a little longer this time.
Pulling away reluctantly, Taeil had wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer so your head was now resting on one of his biceps, your arms wrapped lazily around his torso as well.

“Goodnight,” you murmured.

Taeil rubbed your back gently, “‘night.”

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this took too fucking long

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? i feel like emma cos she’s more angry dramatic and he’s more emo dramatic but i was also gonna say he probably should to accomodate for his heightWho threatens to leave but never actually does? neither of them, they’ve both left one another repeatedly. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? both of them, see above. Who trashes the house? i don’t think either of them … i can’t see him ever doing it but if he did she would kick his ass things need to be NEAT Do either of them get physical? basement gate tease ! but no … it’s soft ….  that’s been erased from my memory … they’re emo not violent  How often do they argue/disagree? all the time but about #dumb shit nowadays … used to be more serious but now? you like chocolate ice cream better? … idiot  Who is the first to apologise? if they had a penny for every time mickey has apologised to her both of them could quit their low salary jobs and move to france 

Sex:

Who is on top? bold of u to assume they aren’t both switches Who is on the bottom? ^Who has the strangest desires? Any kinks? mind ur fucking business … snuggling is a kink Who’s dominant in bed? i don’t think dominant has ever been in either of their vocabulary where’s the john mulaney gif abt soup in the lap … regaurdless … probably he has to be she’s babyIs head ever in the equation? she suck the dick for free and mickey is a good boy, he knows how to go down on a womf If so, who is better at performing it? i don’t know how sex works is it easier to eat thrussy or suck a dick … they both try the only thing that matters is that once he said she was better at sex than [ redacted ] Ever had sex in public? private public … like not dressing room public but like, romantic lookout in a car public … hope no coppers come 2 shine their flashlight Who moans the most? idk if this is my sexism or my lesbian but women should, legally, be required to moan more than menWho leaves the most marks? he better swallow his masculinity and get used to concealer but i feel like that wld not be an issue for him, king ! he can’t borrow hers though it won’t match Who screams the loudest? WHO YELLSWho is the more experienced of the two? mickey. fucking duh. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? they make love :3Rough or soft? soft … unlike his penis How long do they usually last? haha 8 seconds joe goldberg tease? idk how long sex even lasts in general …. solidly average is my guess Is protection used? he better wrap it before he taps it my girl cannot afford plan b . so yesDoes it ever get boring? not …. boring but ….. consistent. when emma gets too drunk she asks odette for sex advice bc she doesn’t want to bore ickey Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? nowhere is strange if ur brave enough.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? …. yes ….If so, how many children do your muses want/have? she wants 27 children actually but literally anything from 1-30 will suffice …. they need a lot of help on his inevitable farm Who is the favorite parent? mickey is the fun parent so u already know who it is Who is the authoritative parent? REMEMBER the clip i sent u from the marky mark movie … she’s always the bad guy until he gets #fedup and he has to remind her that she’s not doing it this time AJSDKF Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? honeslty both of them unless emma hoards all the candy … selfish  Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? both of them they make fucking SIGNS …. its a little league game u dont need to paint the football stripes on ur faceWho goes to parent teacher interviews? they both go but mickey is better at them because emma always goes into teacher mode and tries to talk about Who changes the diapers? mickey does he’s a NURSE he is not grossed out , she is . baby poop is rank Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? where tf is that gifset from prison break when u need it … she does but only because she hates diapers and it’s only fair to pop a tiddie out every night for ur kid in exchangeWho spends the most time with the children? ummmm FAMILY FUN NIGHT x Who packs their lunch boxes?Who gives their children ‘the talk’? mickey he is obligated as a medical professional she don’t teach sex ed …. Who cleans up after the kids? emma but only because she’s a neat freak Who worries the most? both of them try to pretend they’re VERY cool and nonchalant and this is actually very easy until one of them cracks (probably her) and they both worry together constantly . solidarity babey ! ….. moreso her tho u cannot change my mind Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? auntie odette change my mind we said FUCK watergate lives , emdette rise 

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? both of them …. constntly …. disgusting Who is the little spoon? [ jake peralta vc ] everyone likes to be the little spoon, it makes them feel safe ! LOOK HERE buddy …. he is and i dont take questions , even when he was 10 ft Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? can he fucking keep his hands AWF …. thats coming from me not emma she appreciates it Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? both of them …. its CONSTANT … hand on the shoulder , touching someone’s back as u walk past …. SOFT ! n then the one gif  u sent from superstore where amy slaps jonah’s ass that’s emma How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?  they actually fall asleep cuddling and wake up complaining abt falling asleep in a uncomfortable position… shut up abt ur back pain ur not 80 Who gives the most kisses? KISS kisses …. he. but know … she’s always kissing him on the cheek What is their favourite non-sexual activity? this is gonna sound g*y as hell but stay with me here ………. just being in the same place , even when they’re doing diff stuff . TOGETHERNESS …. vomit time Where is their favourite place to cuddle? the couch , i retract my statement about them not being 80 they actually fall asleep watching tv Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? casually ? she … to actually initiate eye emoji ? he How often do they get time to themselves? all the time , they know 2 other people 

Sleeping:

Who snores? he does im hcing this for ur own character If both do, who snores the loudest? she doesn’t SNORE she’s a lady Do they share a bed or sleep separately? they’ve been in 200 different stages of relationship ……. OTHER than depending on that , she sleeps better w him there :3If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? they start far apart cos she’s a blanket hog but she always ends up next 2 him Who talks in their sleep? she mumbles sometimes ….. its nothing coherent What do they wear to bed? she owns 47 different stupid size xxxxxxxl shirts that were 2 bucks  from walmart and wears only that . i bet mickey owns a bathrobe, bourgeois pig … Are either of your muses insomniacs? idk she reads a chapter of whatever dumb shit she’s reading and has tea or wine and conks out ….. idk his business Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? idk abt taking them and ik its not the point but shes anal retentive abt keeping medicine in the medicine cabinet so THERE BETTER NOT BE Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? AS I SAID … they start out on opposite sides of the beg and end up more tangled than tangled (20whatever) Who wakes up with bed hair? his hair is floofy ,,,, Who wakes up first? i feel like that depends on his shifts …. she wakes up at the same damn time every week day …. weekends though she sleeps in for 10 yrs so him Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? emma tries and he has to leave bed anyway because the fire alarm goes off  What is their favourite sleeping position? she prefers it when she has all the blankets Who hogs the sheets? she does Do they set an alarm each night? they have JOBS does she look like pippa to u Can a television be found in their bedroom? yes so she can cry over dumb rom coms over somewhere other than the couch …… he’s invested in them , change my mind Who has nightmares? i already know ur about to say he does so im calling the cops on u end of story Who has ridiculous dreams? all of emma’s dreams are indistinguishable from bad acid trips Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? she sleeps in the fetal position he seems like a sprawler …..Who makes the bed? emma …. its gotta be CLEAN and if he ever says “why make it we’re just gonna sleep there again” its on SIGHT What time is bed time? whenever she passes out , always before midnight , considering they’re 72Any routines/rituals before bed? i bet they brush their teeth at the same time to see who can do it faster like they’re five year olds …. or that gifset from new girl where he’s like “ u read my walking dead fanfic ? ”Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? emma takes three cups of coffee to be able to be her CHIPPER self …. 

Work:

Who is the busiest? she has like a 6 hour work day so he for sure Who rakes in the highest income? i just googled nurses versus preschool teachers and he makes twice what she does …. laughs nervously …. glad she’s going back 2 school but elementary teachers STILL make less …. mr talbot got COIN ! Are any of your muses unemployed? no , freeloading is ILLEGAL Who takes the most sick days? i feel like the two worst jobs to go into sick are a literal hospital with immunocompromised people and a preschool with toddlers who dont wash their hands …. equal maybe Who is more likely to turn up late to work? despite her original beef with odette in the apocalypse verse emma is NEVER late to work Who sucks up to their boss? she cooks dinner , a nice LASAGNA for whoever to heat up and mickey has to break it to her that making whoever her superior is eat what tastes like glue will in fact , damage their relationship What are their jobs? hes a nursey  boy …. shes a teacher Who stresses the most? about life in general? her. about work? probably him. he’s dealing with LIVES she’s got the alphabet Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? they better they aren’t getting paid enough to hate it Are your muses financially stable? they’re not rich but they’re not dying and that’s what matters 

Home:

Who does the washing? emma because it relaxes her Who takes out the trash? he better , she does not like to  LOOK at things once they are thrown out … its smelly Who does the ironing? neither of them have ironed anything in their lives Who does the cooking? HE HAS TO IDC if he isn’t fuckign gordon ramsay she’ll kill them Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? emma Who is messier? if he leaves a single sock on the floor he is automatically messier than her Who leaves the toilet roll empty? that’s satanic neither of them Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? he does …. its just not REALISTIC that she does Who forgets to flush the toilet? that’s gross ……hopefully neither ….. DISGOSTEING.mp4Who is the prankster around the house? anything STUPID is hers and hers alone but i feel like he’d do something relatively innocent and it would go HORRIBLY wrong like , hey emma come get y’all juice ….Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? despite being organized in every other aspect of her life emma has never kept track of keys in her life its a disease Who mows the lawn? he does , he shld do it shirtless so she can objectify him Who answers the telephone? mickey, she truly stares at it hoping it’ll go away Who does the vacuuming? emmaWho does the groceries? she would make HORRIBLE decisions ,,, he shld make the list and she shld get it Who takes the longest to shower? no sexism but she’s a girl Who spends the most time in the bathroom? see above 

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? yES like … they can afford groceries , make rent , but for literally every american except jeff bezos money is a problem in some area . this isn’t a hc just a capitalist hellscape How many cars do they own? two …. neither of them are very nice cars Do they own their home or do they rent? rent unless/until he gets the farm of his dreams Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? countryside thats where FARMS are … but like rn , coast cos there’s the ocean in town Do they live in the city or in the country? see above bbgDo they enjoy their surroundings? the goats of the future and the noisy neighbors of the current and past eras both leave something to be desired , but in general yes What’s their song? not to go all modern au but remember when stereo hearts was on their 2011 mixtape AJSKDF …. issa bop and its arguably the most cutesy singable on the playlist What do they do when they’re away from each other? bitch idk ? exist as human beings ?Where did they first meet? idk she probably met him for coffee or sum before moving in together to make sure he wasn’t a serial killer How did they first meet? they were roommates … oh my god they were roommates …. she prolly put an ad in the paper very lucky she did not get murdered x Who spends the most money when out shopping? i feel like neither of them are big spenders but her sticker and colored pen budget is larger than it should be Who’s more likely to flash their assets? i thought this was talking about tits for a second but im assuming mone ? they keep it humble Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? they both do , bullying one another is a bonding experience Any mental issues? more than you know my guy Who’s terrified of bugs? if she sees a SPIDER she floors it , but she releases most other bugs …. he better kill anything w 8 legs tho Who kills the spiders around the house? mickey , as described above wow im psychic Their favourite place? they can make any place work together … gay but true , just like me Who pays the bills? she has a special binder just for taxes Do they have any fears for their future? all the fears actually Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? she cannot cook but she has 10/10 ordered takeout , put it on plates and been like :the happy version of the pensive emoji yk the one: i cooked it while the reciept is still on the counter Who uses up all of the hot water? thats very selfish she wld never but she also showers first bc she doesn’t trust him not to ….. Who’s the tallest? they , in american , are the SAME HEIGHT ,,, fuck centimeters Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?Who wanders around in their underwear? clothes are oppressive let them both do it coward Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? it probably turns into a competition until they’re both singing at the top of their lungs …. omg watergate you’re gonna burst a vocal cord oh my god they can’t hear us they have airpods in What do they tease each other about? literally everything …. one of them BREAHTES wrong and the other is like “ ah didnt realise the asthma express was in town “ Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? mickey literally dresses like the fresh prince so u already answered that for me Do they have mutual friends? can the real jack detler please stand up Who crushed first? she ……. did not immediately fall in love with him let me tell u , it took her some solid MONTHS to realise she was in deep for his bitch ass Any alcohol or substance related problems? i wld hope not , #stubie twWho is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? them , together , for getting kicked out of the bar for singing Who swears the most? neither ? 

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Gives nose/forehead kisses: graham gives them the most and rhys always asks for them when his hubby leaving for work. rhys can be quoted as saying, “i should get another. for the baby.”

Gets jealous the most: HMMM, i think most of their jealousy was in the beginning of their relationship when they weren’t really sure what they were doing? both would probably get jealous on different occasions. rhys’ main issue was mostly graham’s ex-wife trying to start problems with him.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: i think.. rhys is more likely to be the one too drunk to drive so graham picks him up. at least in the beginning of their relationship or if rhys goes out with friends

Takes care of on sick days: BOTH,, but rhys is hard to take of when he’s sick. he acts like an actual toddler and refuses to take any cold medicine or denies he’s sick. When Graham’s sick Rhys is ready to play nurse and coddle him tbh.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: RHYS, he’s a california boy the beach is his favorite. He doesn’t wade into the water he RUNS AND DIVES

Gives unprompted massages: Rhys does when Graham looks super stressed. Sometimes he pampers him when Graham’s back is bothering him

Drives/rides shotgun: graham drives because rhys is a speed demon and gets too many tickets , even now married to a sheriff he’s just “speed limit who?”

Brings the other lunch at work: rhys stops in all the time to make sure graham isn’t overworking himself and to bring him lunch. he just likes fuckin’ with graham’s deputies apparently and distracting his husband whenever he can 

Has the better parental relationship: graham definitely has a better relationship with his parents than rhys does.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: listen , they’re bot h kinky as fuck it could go any way but i think it would be rhys. just because he’s usually very blunt about these things. “we should try roleplaying” I MEAN,, he already calls graham daddy sometimes so why not

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: it’s graham, you can tell me im wrong bUT IM RIGHT

Still cries watching Titanic: RHYSS, he’s really upset about the door. they could have both fit on there and he won’t shut up about it.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: RHYS, he secretly loves that cheesy shit tbh.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Probably both of them? More likely Rhys because he never has had to worry about a spending limit… until Graham asked him to ya know not impulse buy so much.

Makes the other eat breakfast: Rhys tends to cook the most. Whether Graham will give the food a chance to cool down so he doesn’t burn himself is another question entirely

Remembers anniversaries: both! neither really forgets them but sometimes instead of going out they like to stay in and just relax

Brings up having kids: They really never talked about it especially not with Jude but Rhys brings it up maybe for their second.. I think Graham got him the puppy for Valentine’s Day to distract him tbh. Since he decided to just take his sweet time eating the breakfast Rhys tried to bribe him with 

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A — Age: ive lost the grip on the concept of time B — Biggest fear: .......speak to my avpd personally next time C — Current time: 4:30 am D — Drink you last had: water E — Every day starts with: nap F — Favorite song: current ones are a tie between two obscure ones, one im too embarrassed to mention and the kill me baby theme song G — Ghosts, are they real: :-) H — Hometown: somewhere out in the depths of the cosmos mayb !! I — In love with: :3c i can name one J — Jealous of: depends on the time of day but i can and will be jealous of anything, dont doubt me !! K — Killed someone: yeah, my entire abdomen area lol L — Last time you cried: i rarely cry but today i sort of woke up crying from a nightmare but my eyes always water after waking up idk if it counts M — Middle name: dorothy N — Number of siblings: one younger sister and one older brother who i dont remember since i only saw them when i was a toddler O — One wish: mayb.... make one of my wild daydreams come true ?? P — Person you last called/texted: nick “cooper” robinson  Q — Questions you’re always asked: it’s not much of a verbal question but a look of struggle as ppl ask me w/ their eyes how to spell out my name + last name R — Reasons to smile: :-) i am not sure but i am still smiling ! S — Song last sang: like a robot - timesplinters ost  T — Time you woke up: once at 1 pm and then again at 4 pm U — Underwear color: pink V — Vacation destination: space. nice! W — Worst habit: how often i shut myself in a world of my own and also not being able to complete a single thing w/out dying slowly X — X-rays you’ve had: chest xrays Y — Your favorite food: i really dont know what a favourite anything is. im still struggling with figuring out my favourite colour Z — Zodiac sign: sagittarius

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The Chat Log™

Alright so I told myself (and Jordan) I would rewrite this into a drabble when I actually did the thing, and I am probably still going to, but not tonight because my brain isn’t working. So, if you care about my dustkids and my attempts to emotionally wreck Jordan at every turn, here’s a chat log for you (that’s actually from November, in case you’re curious about how long I’ve been sitting on this) that explains  what’s up on the Haven blog. It will be updated into a drabble at some point->

[3:46:15 AM] Hannahbal: A concept:

[3:48:50 AM] Hannahbal: Tox comes up on the safe haven after being pointed there by Tess. He crosses the fences on foot, and RKO has word to half the station before Tox is even halfway to the door, 'lone dustkid on foot. He's pretty, but he looks like fuckin' /shit/' - Phantom shoots back a comment, Vi can be heard laughing, but Lith misses out on the transmission because she left her radio in her room before holing up in the garden to teach Dawn how to harvest and use the aloe leaves.

[3:50:38 AM] Hannahbal: The first person to recognize Tox is Jack, who gives a look out of the window when he hear's RKO's early warning. At first he's dubious. All he had to go on was Phantom & Lith's story when they came to the desert, and though he trusts them, there was always so much that seemed missing from the tale. Now, he's go his suspicions, but watching the figure walk up Jack can't be sure it's really him. He races to the ground floor anyways, Colton on his hip, and storms out into the sand, daring -as always- to hope.

[3:53:31 AM] Hannahbal: The first familiar face Tox sees in fourteen months is Jack. Jack, who Tox hasn't seen since he left for the city nearly four years ago. The toddler on Jack's hip has to be the baby Tox helped deliver - it brings him up short, how long it's been and how much Colton already looks like Dusty. But then, Jack isn't slowing down, a fool grin on his lined face, and Tox only has a second to compose himself before he's wrapped in an iron strong one-armed hug. Same old Jack.

[3:55:49 AM] Hannahbal: "You're pretty spry for a dead guy" Jack laughs, but Tox can see the heavy sentiment underneath (Welcome back), feel the way his arrival has soothed a wound Jack hasn't been talking about Tox claps a hand against Jack's back, proof of his solidity "That's what they all say." (This is home)

[3:59:33 AM] Hannahbal: Jack steers Tox into the haven, content silence between them, and Tox is awed but unsurprised by this new home that Jack has built out of the desert's rejects. He spies some new faces (the one who was on guard, the little one slinking around in the corner) and some old (Vi with that churlish grin she always wears, Diana looking shocked, but tanner, brighter)  A sense of possibility hits him, looking at the faces, and then Phantom rounds the corner.

[4:04:23 AM] Hannahbal: Tox can't help it. He breaks from Jack's guidance to surge after Phantom (Nathan owes him a promise.) Before anyone knows what's happening, Tox has him pinned by the shoulders, his expression something peircing to behold. From the corner, Foxtrot exchanges a look with Vi, who has simply gone "jesus", and RKO looks like his eyes might roll out of his skull - Di seems equally startled. Des cautiously rounds a corner, perpared to back Phantom up until she realizes who that is with his hands holding fistfuls of Nathan's ratty shirt. Jack hold his son carefully away from the confrontation, surprised by a side of the compassionate young man he's never seen before, but comforted in his past familiarity with him: there's nothing, he's convinced, Tox will do that isn't just.

[4:07:33 AM] Hannahbal: Phantom's hands are up in surrender, his entire posture submissive to the warning aggression and his face unperturbed as he looks on at the friend he made within the walls of BLis city sized prison. Tox looks much the same, perhaps a little thinner, but still wide in the shoulders and, thankfully, amazingly alive. The key difference is the spark, the guttering flame ready to turn full blast. Phantom - Nathan had never seen more that a windblow ember before today, never more that a far of winking star. Now the blaze was waiting, and it was all he could do not to smile.

[4:10:23 AM] Hannahbal: Tox is not in the mood for smiling - he needs to know. Knuckles pressed firmly into the bones of Nathan's wiry shoulders, he stares the older man down. (Don't lie to me, man.) "I see Diana," he says softly, "I see Desire." Nathan nods - two members of their scattered group. "I don't see .. I don't." Tox can't say it, but the point stands. (Behind him, Jack makes a short sound, but the short glance Phantom sends shuts him hip fast. Not his business.)

[4:11:27 AM] Hannahbal: Tox grinds his teeth, pulling on Phantom's shirt before pushing him back into the thin metal wall  slowly, like a  grasp at straws of strength.

[4:12:09 AM] Hannahbal: "Did you keep your promise?" He asks, and searches so hard, so hard for the answer.

[4:12:30 AM] Hannahbal: Before Phantom ever opens his mouth, a quiet "oh!" comes from down the walkway.

[4:13:57 AM] Hannahbal: Dawn and Lith have appeared there, dusted with the dark soil from the garden. Dawn's face is drawn in surprise, a finger caught between her teeth as she glanced between Phantom and the man they left behind in the city, but all eyes are on the young woman over Dawn's shoulder.

[4:14:11 AM] Hannahbal: (how am i doin so far are you upset yet?) [4:14:18 AM] Tired™: im gonna block u

[4:15:12 AM] Hannahbal: For a long minute, there is silence. Heavy and palpable and so so fragile.

[4:15:24 AM] Hannahbal: No one dares to breath too loud.

[4:19:58 AM] Hannahbal: With careful but firm fingers, Phantom prys Tox's hands off his shirt, then lays his hand over his shoulder. With a quiet smile tugging at his eyes, he answers. "Yes" The silence is broken. "Yes?" the shaken echo comes from Lith, who has gone ashen, faced with the ghost from so many of her waking dreams, the figure of both her fantasies and nightmares. She is asking because she couldn't stand it to believe without being sure. To make the point, Phantom thumps the starstruck Tox on the chest, producing a very real, hollow whump.  "Yes" he says again.

Lith breaks free of her defensive restraint and /runs./ Tox meets her halfway.

[4:24:44 AM] Tired™: jesus u are still typing

[4:24:49 AM] Hannahbal: Where they meet the air is gold and miracles are real, it takes only an impossible hug to see that. It's not a movie, they don't kiss, not right away, too drawn to one another to bother with something so unimportant as kissing, no - they crash, they throw each other off their feet and hit the concrete without a damn care how much the bruise is going to hurt later. He his squeezing her like it had been nine centuries instead of nine months, and she is laying her hand over him, his arms and his back, pulling her hands through his short hair, feeling out the old familiar places and the new spots and scars. She can feel him now, real as the dirt under her fingernails, so she has to see.

[4:24:51 AM] Hannahbal: (yes)

[4:38:28 AM] Hannahbal: She pushes him and he lets her, but not very far - they are staring at each other now, their audience forgotten. She can't think what to say. He's thought about it every day since he got his last look, seeing her terrified as they pushed him down and cracked their nightsticks over his shoulders. "I fought" he says it softly, seeking either understanding or approval, "I told you to run so I could fight. You ran, at least, I hoped you did, so I fought. Every day I thought they'd come to tell me you were there, and they did twice," he smiled, something small and fierce, "but they had nothing to show, so I called them liars." "You fought" she nodded faintly, dragging her fingertips over the mark on his neck, the line on his bicep, the cut still half healed on his forehead. He caught her left hand and pressed a kiss to her fingertips. (For you. For a home for a family for what's right for liberty for kindness for justice.) Tears stung her eyes. She returned the gesture, only then spying the band of ink around his finger where his ring ought to have been. "No metal," he said solemnly, flexing his hand as she peered at the tattoo. "I don't know what they did with any of it. Melted it, probably." Shock had her look for the silver chain that ought to hang around his neck, but it was gone too. She was starting to understand. "It doesn't matter" she told him. His smile was crushing, and when she saw the old familiar him at last, she was suddenly very aware of her distinct lack of hair. She ran a self conscious hand over the short fuzz that crowned her head and laughed. "It's impossible to keep it clean out here, you know" He brushed his hands over the back of her head, peering at the short buzz job this way and that before declaring with a laugh, "I like it"