#The song is Rises the Moon and yes it's Lucia's lullaby =w= shit puts me to sleep too lmao

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Allora part 13)

Allora: *chuckling with Davidicus over an oopsie Lucien had made with his magick once, feeling far more at ease than she did before* ...It took a while for that patch to regrow on Inigo's tail.

Lucien: *grumbling* I apologized!

Allora: By offering him a Sweetroll.

Davidicus: *laughs, patting his leg* Ever still difficult to master the arts versus reading them, hm, Lucien?

Lucien: *sighs, setting down his tea cup* That happened ages ago! I have far better control now.

Allora: You genuinely did just fine on your own after I explained some things.

Davidicus: Oh? I suppose with your abilities, it was only natural.

Allora: *weakly smiles* Ah, I'd say I was given more of an... advantage.

Davidicus: Certainly being Dragonborn is an advantage.

Allora: Well... there's also my knowledge on the fundamentals of magick that differ compared to your understanding- potentially- as well as my divine gifts.

Davidicus: Ah, yes, Lucien had mentioned those. I can only presume your eye is a conduit?

Allora: More of a means of escape for the power- showing my divine spark and that I was god touched.

Davidicus: Remarkable.

Lucien: *eager to move on from his earlier failures, perking up at the ability to talk about his partner's powers* It's quite fascinating, really! Her soul is the basis for her abilities, and she uses them when she sings!

Davidicus: *nods* Yes, I recall you mentioning that as well.

Lucia: Mama makes pretty pictures appear when she sings to me at bedtime! *tugs on Allora's dress* You should show him!

Allora: *gently taking her hand from her dress, kissing her knuckles* Maybe later, little bug. I don't think he wants me to perform right now.

Davidicus: I would never say no! But whatever you're most comfortable with; I do not wish to press. *smiles*

Allora: Ah... well...

Lucia: *tugs on Lucia's sleeve* Papa! Help me convince mama!

Lucien: *chuckles* I'm afraid I have no power to do that, Lucia. Your mother is quite, ah... *sweats, feeling Allora's heavy stare on him* ...independent?

Allora: *huffs, picking up her cider to sip to avoid saying anything* Mm...

Lucia: *pouts, curling up* Pretty please, mama? I want to hear the pretty moon song!

Allora: *melting at her daughter's pleas, sighing and setting down her cup* All right, all right. Pictures?

Lucia: *squeals* Yes!

Allora: *chuckles, the room filling with the sound of a guitar as she sways slowly side to side, a golden image of a moon hidden slightly behind a few clouds lifting up in front of Lucia's eyes* "Days seems sometimes as if they'll never end..."

Davidicus: *watching, astounded, at the amount if magicka radiating off this woman, feeling... soothed* My...