06-30-2016, 04:42 PM
Always too long and never long enough. I know exactly what he means. I, at least, have more practice letting go of our girl, watching her run off somewhere with my mom to have adventures somewhere I can't protect her. Even so, I still hate to see her leave. Oh, she's in the best damn hands in the world as far as keeping her safe goes. I would trust my mom with my daughter's life in a heartbeat, and have done so repeatedly over the years. She's just...growing up so fast. Grew up, really. With a sigh, I nod my agreement. Always too long, whenever she's gone.
And yeah. Now that Zur's back in my life? No amount of time alone with him will ever be enough. I'm never going to be done holding him, tasting the salt of his skin, watching the fire build in his eyes when I touch him. And since I'm not crazy about the idea of our kid catching us fucking, yeah, I'll have to agree on the never long enough side of things as well. Amusement curves my lips into a wicked grin, even as I hear my mother's approach on familiar dragon wings. “Five more minutes, Mom,” I murmur, nipping the side of Zur's neck and chasing teeth with lips and tongue. Joking, of course.
Well. Ish.
Of course Dara thinks we're adorable, the little minx. She spent her whole life hoping her Papa would come back to us, and the moment we found him I could feel the weight of her wishing, her yearning, quietly shoving me in Zur's direction. It was part of why I dug in my heels so stubbornly, though hardly the only reason. Getting her happy ever after and then losing it again would fucking crush her, when she's been wanting us back together for so long.
Zur's lips against my cheek chase away thoughts of the past and I breathe in the breath he let out against my skin. My Zur. And of course our girl is harassing us; it's her job, after all, and she's missed it so. “I don't know,” I say with a shrug, managing to keep a straight face only because of how much practice I've had with her. “We could arrange a marriage for you, find you a nice mate, you could settle down and pop out a few kids, turn your old man here into a grandpa by next spring,” I nudge Zur and then meet Dara's gaze, my expression bland.
“There's some privacy out beneath the willows,” I add with a nod toward the river, “I'm sure you could get to work on that as soon as, what, tonight? If we can find someone suitable. You know, older, someone calm to balance your exuberance a bit, maybe a little grizzled around the mouth. Someone with scars,” I add, nodding wisely. “Prove he's capable of defending you at least as well as any of us could. 'Course a tough old warrior like that, he might be a little less than pretty to look at, but you don't mind that, do you, love?”
Dara wrinkles her nose and sticks out her tongue. “Very funny, Dad. You're hilarious, you know that? Almost as funny as Papa with his box threat. Like Uncle Zuzu wouldn't be up for helping me get in a little bit of trouble. Ha. I bet he would lock that box up nice and tight for you, and then sneak me out of it and offer me at least seven suggestions on how I could have some fun with my newly stolen freedom.” I grin, because hell, as long as he had his eye on her I'd be all for Pazuzu helping her get in a little trouble. Let the world know she was a force to be reckoned with.
Zur pulls her into a hug, and I brush a kiss against her forehead as she chatters a reply. “Of course we did, Papa, it's me and Grandma! We always have fun. She showed me all over the place, told me great good stories, we played with jaguars, I almost got eaten by a plant...” I can't help but grin as her tale unfolds, remembering my own adventures as a kid in the Jungle. Though I suppose she's a kid no longer. Just hamming it up for her dads. I've noticed her doing that more since we got here, especially around Zur. Giving him a chance to see what he missed out on. God, I love that girl.
Zur curls up against me, so much smaller than I am in this shape. I wasn't much older than Dara is now when we met, still growing into myself, still such a broken, messed up kid. We didn't stay here long, moving onto different worlds and different shapes, and it still feels strange the way he fits against me. Maybe it's not our bodies that are different, really, though that's true too. I'm not a fucked up kid anymore, searching desperately for something to hold onto in a world that kept falling apart beneath my feet.
Of the two of us, he's the more fragile right now, still healing from the many years away. From years of torture and pain. I press a kiss to the side of his neck, holding him close as he curls into my side. Safe now. He's doing so much better already, too, now that he is home with me and with our girl. Mom does what she can, helping soothe the jagged edges of his soul, and I chase away the nightmares with my touch. With my love. Just by being here and whole and his again. I know how hard it can be to come back from something like that, and I'm so damn proud of the progress he's made.
“Love you,” I whisper into his ear as our daughter chatters on, reminding us of the wonders of the land we both once called home. Now home is here, with each other. But I know that won't be the case for our Dara forever. So let her be enamored of the Jungle if she likes. Look what it did for my mom. Hell, look what it did for me. The road was hard getting here, but this moment surrounded by the people I love most in the world? Makes it worth the struggle, worth the pain, worth the thousands of nights spent alone or in the company of men who never quite touched my heart. They never had a chance; I gave it to Zur a long time ago. It just took a few years for it to find its way back to me, that's all.
And yeah. Now that Zur's back in my life? No amount of time alone with him will ever be enough. I'm never going to be done holding him, tasting the salt of his skin, watching the fire build in his eyes when I touch him. And since I'm not crazy about the idea of our kid catching us fucking, yeah, I'll have to agree on the never long enough side of things as well. Amusement curves my lips into a wicked grin, even as I hear my mother's approach on familiar dragon wings. “Five more minutes, Mom,” I murmur, nipping the side of Zur's neck and chasing teeth with lips and tongue. Joking, of course.
Well. Ish.
Of course Dara thinks we're adorable, the little minx. She spent her whole life hoping her Papa would come back to us, and the moment we found him I could feel the weight of her wishing, her yearning, quietly shoving me in Zur's direction. It was part of why I dug in my heels so stubbornly, though hardly the only reason. Getting her happy ever after and then losing it again would fucking crush her, when she's been wanting us back together for so long.
Zur's lips against my cheek chase away thoughts of the past and I breathe in the breath he let out against my skin. My Zur. And of course our girl is harassing us; it's her job, after all, and she's missed it so. “I don't know,” I say with a shrug, managing to keep a straight face only because of how much practice I've had with her. “We could arrange a marriage for you, find you a nice mate, you could settle down and pop out a few kids, turn your old man here into a grandpa by next spring,” I nudge Zur and then meet Dara's gaze, my expression bland.
“There's some privacy out beneath the willows,” I add with a nod toward the river, “I'm sure you could get to work on that as soon as, what, tonight? If we can find someone suitable. You know, older, someone calm to balance your exuberance a bit, maybe a little grizzled around the mouth. Someone with scars,” I add, nodding wisely. “Prove he's capable of defending you at least as well as any of us could. 'Course a tough old warrior like that, he might be a little less than pretty to look at, but you don't mind that, do you, love?”
Dara wrinkles her nose and sticks out her tongue. “Very funny, Dad. You're hilarious, you know that? Almost as funny as Papa with his box threat. Like Uncle Zuzu wouldn't be up for helping me get in a little bit of trouble. Ha. I bet he would lock that box up nice and tight for you, and then sneak me out of it and offer me at least seven suggestions on how I could have some fun with my newly stolen freedom.” I grin, because hell, as long as he had his eye on her I'd be all for Pazuzu helping her get in a little trouble. Let the world know she was a force to be reckoned with.
Zur pulls her into a hug, and I brush a kiss against her forehead as she chatters a reply. “Of course we did, Papa, it's me and Grandma! We always have fun. She showed me all over the place, told me great good stories, we played with jaguars, I almost got eaten by a plant...” I can't help but grin as her tale unfolds, remembering my own adventures as a kid in the Jungle. Though I suppose she's a kid no longer. Just hamming it up for her dads. I've noticed her doing that more since we got here, especially around Zur. Giving him a chance to see what he missed out on. God, I love that girl.
Zur curls up against me, so much smaller than I am in this shape. I wasn't much older than Dara is now when we met, still growing into myself, still such a broken, messed up kid. We didn't stay here long, moving onto different worlds and different shapes, and it still feels strange the way he fits against me. Maybe it's not our bodies that are different, really, though that's true too. I'm not a fucked up kid anymore, searching desperately for something to hold onto in a world that kept falling apart beneath my feet.
Of the two of us, he's the more fragile right now, still healing from the many years away. From years of torture and pain. I press a kiss to the side of his neck, holding him close as he curls into my side. Safe now. He's doing so much better already, too, now that he is home with me and with our girl. Mom does what she can, helping soothe the jagged edges of his soul, and I chase away the nightmares with my touch. With my love. Just by being here and whole and his again. I know how hard it can be to come back from something like that, and I'm so damn proud of the progress he's made.
“Love you,” I whisper into his ear as our daughter chatters on, reminding us of the wonders of the land we both once called home. Now home is here, with each other. But I know that won't be the case for our Dara forever. So let her be enamored of the Jungle if she likes. Look what it did for my mom. Hell, look what it did for me. The road was hard getting here, but this moment surrounded by the people I love most in the world? Makes it worth the struggle, worth the pain, worth the thousands of nights spent alone or in the company of men who never quite touched my heart. They never had a chance; I gave it to Zur a long time ago. It just took a few years for it to find its way back to me, that's all.