Prompt - Something Lost, Something Found
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SONG OF THE SEA ( joshua, alecto ) A selkie far from home, searching for his coat. He meets a kind, lonely, young fisherman who tends the lighthouse near the sea. |
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SONG OF THE SEA ( joshua, alecto ) A selkie far from home, searching for his coat. He meets a kind, lonely, young fisherman who tends the lighthouse near the sea. |
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The sounds of their son smashing things about by the sink as he washes is making Alecto grin. He knows what his husband is thinking in asking for what he just asked and he chances a glance up at him, bright eyes suggestive and perceptive. "Funny you should ask. Your son has been pestering me about a sibling for the past month. He's relentless, you know."
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He blinks, briefly surprised by the apparent change in topic, but by now he's generally familiar with how Alecto's mind works, and he half laughs when he realizes what he's implying. "We should probably give Pippa a little more notice than that, shouldn't we?" he points out, but clearly not opposed to it as he wraps an arm around Alecto, hand coming to a rest just under his navel, palm bleeding warmth through the apron and the clothes he is wearing.
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"Oh, she'll be fine." He swats his other hand in the air in a vague gesture. "I'll just bring her and her pups a treat from the market next time I see them. Her daughter is becoming a little too obsessed with blueberries lately." He winks. "I'll use that to my advantage."
He pulls away now, as easy as the tide pulls back from the shore - sure to return eventually - to grab Avery and redirect him from shoving a tiny (but thankfully now, clean) hand straight into the pie cooling on the counter. He picks the squealing boy up into his arm, taps him on the nose with a finger. "Do you mind bringing your son out later? And remember his sealskin..." He pauses, his face briefly unreadable, a pain that he thought had left him long ago, rising to the surface of his heart just for a split second. "...it's in the trunk by the bed."
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"And you'll behave properly for me, won't you, Avery?" He asks, his tone deceptively mild; there was no earthly possibility of Joshua being able to keep up physically with Avery - or anyone else on that side of the family - in the water no matter how good he was at swimming for a human, so he needed to establish these ground rules for behavior based on other factors, no matter how much it felt like he was trying to bottle lightning or leash the wind. It was simply the way they were.