tristranthorn | [027] OOM - Meet the Parents

As every good traveler knows, there must be a destination for which to head towards - otherwise, there is aimless wandering which makes for wasted time, wasted resources, and a more or less miserable time.

But as any good observer knows, Tristran and Yvaine do not follow rules whatsoever.

So the two companions - still terribly (and pathetically) in love - are doing exactly what good travelers do not: they are wandering aimlessly, wasting time and resources. Whether they are having a miserable time remains to be seen, though it is unlikely that they are even able to follow that part of the rule, anyway.

"You know," Tristran starts thoughtfully, turning to glance at the star, "it has come to my attention that you haven't met my family yet."

Why this thought suddenly springs up in the young man's mind is a mystery, but now that it has taken precedence in the forefront of his thoughts, he believes it important not to let it go.

"Before we left, I told my father about you," he continues. "And I am positive that my mother - my other mother - and my sister want to meet you too. What do you think?"

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He grins back too, shaking his head.

"Absolutely not. I believe I am the strangest one in my family, being not entirely human, so you have nothing to worry about."

Now the excitement of seeing his parents again can begin!

In a day or so.

She has time to breathe - and make her mental conversations not end in her unfortunate and untimely demise by embarrassment and utter mortification.

Maybe.

"Alright," she nods, setting her shoulders. "I can handle this. I can and - and you will not leave me alone."

"Of course not," he reassures her. "I will be by your side the entire time - until you are ready to let go of me."

Because he is certain they will all get along so well, she will soon be able to speak with his family without him standing right next to her.

Yes.

Well, he could stand in front of her.

Much better for hiding, really.

"If," she corrects mildly, before stepping out of the loop of his arms to start walking again. Might as well get this nonsense over with.

He does not object to that, instead grabbing her hand - just for the contact that he has grown so accustomed to, anyway.

"I will leave you by the wall when we get there," he explains. "Then I'll get my family and lead them towards the gap."

He pauses.

"I hope the gap still exists. I don't think anyone would have decided to close it while we were gone."

"I am hoping that there's much of anything there at all," she returns, lacing their fingers easily. "The Fair doesn't stay there for terribly long, from what I understand. Unless you were planning a picnic, dear. Which we are woefully unsupplied for."

Read: It's terribly fortunate that I don't eat, seeing as we would probably run out if I did.

"I am certain my mum will prepare some sort of picnic when I tell them the situation," he tells her with a laugh, squeezing her fingers a little.

"You're right. The Fair should be over by now, actually - if I am correct."

"Which means that I should probably eat something," she chews her lower lip, looking thoughtful. "That's polite, isn't it?"

Especially if they're already inconveniencing the woman to begin with.

"Tobias would likely cuff me if I didn't - so I'm supposing it's polite."

Tristran grins.

"Yes, you probably should. Just to be polite. But my father already knows you are a star. It will only be a matter of time before my mum and Louisa do too."

"They don't know?"

There's a brief flare of that panic-like emotion once more.

"And I suppose that 'Hello, I'm Yvaine. Pleased to meet you, I'm in love with your son. Oh, and did I mention that I'm a good couple million years old and I have a tendency to glitter when it's dark out.' is going to go over swimmingly."

"They'll understand," Tristran assures her. "At least mum will. I suppose now that I think of it, she's always sort of understood this sort of thing."

He just didn't realize it at the time.

"Besides, my father will know how to smooth things over, if anything happens - which it won't, of course," he adds, quickly.

"Of course," she echoes. She's just going to mentally repeat that to herself a few ~~thousand~~ more times and hope that it sinks in.

It might. Eventually.

"It will be fine," her fingers tighten a bit and she laughs. "It is utterly ridiculous that this is more - more nerve-wracking than potentially being murdered, Tristran."

"It is," Tristran agrees.

"But I assure you that you will be fine, Yvaine. I am certain you will all get along."

He is already looking towards the distance for the right path to take, seeing the familiar mountain ranges and smaller hills.

"Fine, fine," she laughs again, grinning and slanting her gaze up at him. "You win. It will be perfectly wonderful and I will refrain from complaining until you leave me all on my lonesome again to fetch your family."

There was no complaining in there at all.

Not even cleverly disguised.

Tristran turns to Yvaine briefly to grin in her direction.

"Thank you," he says, pausing a moment to regain their bearings.

"This means a lot to me, you know."

"I know," she agrees, pressing a brief kiss to the back of his hand. "If it didn't I would make this all a lot more difficult for you, dear."

And she likely wouldn't be half as nervous either.

I mean - nervous? No one is nervous here. Moving right along.

[027] OOM - Meet the Parents

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