[027] OOM - Meet the Parents

[tristranthorn]

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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[an_evening_star]

The Look she gives him is usually the one that ends with her mumbling something about how utterly ridiculous he is.

But she'll leave it at an implication for the moment.

"I'll practice how not to speak in polite company. Get it all out of my system," she teases, then casts her gaze upward with a wry grin. "Need to keep my sisters entertained somehow."

[tristranthorn]

That is what he is. Ridiculous. (It's how he rolls.)

"Well, I am sure they'll be entertained either way," he says, glancing up at the sky for a moment.

"I can't say I've ever heard of a story quite like yours."

At least not one that did not end in the star getting her heart cut out and eaten by crazy old witches.

[an_evening_star]

"And what do you know?" she hums thoughtfully, tilting her head to rest briefly against his shoulder. "I can't say that I've ever heard one quite like yours either."

This time, the smile sets her glittering.

"Good thing we shared - now no one will have a better one."

Poor, poor fairy tales. It's all really just ever so sad for them.

[tristranthorn]

Bah. The fairy tales will get over it. (After some emo-ing, perhaps.)

"That's true," he replies with a nod, feeling quite a swell of pride. It is nice to know that their story can never really be matched by anyone in all the land.

And it occurs to him, once more, just how much he loves Yvaine. (Even if she is a little 'off-the-wall' sometimes - but that is more of the narration's opinion than Tristran's, perhaps.)

"All right. Well, shall I go and fetch my family, then?"

[an_evening_star]

Cheer up, emo fairy tales! At least your narration isn't a snarky bastard.

"Wait just a second," she murmurs and makes a show of fixing his collar, straightening out the tiny glass flower pinned to his lapel, and jokingly fussing like a right proper pastry.

(It's rather surprisingly accurate, all things considered.)

"There," she grins, leaning back and tilting her head. "Now you're perfect."

And for all that the words are bright with unvoiced laughter, they're true enough. Even if she isn't exactly the sort for saying them. (At least not when anyone can possibly hear her say them.)

"Ah, wait - forgot something!"

Another cheeky smile and she's up on her toes, fingers lacing themselves together easily enough along the nape of his neck and lips pressed to his. Simply wouldn't do to be forgetting that, after all.

[tristranthorn]

Oh, indeed not.

Grinning a bit against her mouth for just a brief moment, Tristran returns the kiss, holding her tightly against him.

Ah, well that is lovely.

Another moment later, Tristran is whispering 'I love you' into the star's ear before marching on forth towards the gap in the wall, and towards the place where his parents will likely be going about their daily routine, quite unaware that their son has returned so soon.

[an_evening_star]

She hums out an absent agreement, mostly to herself by this point, and blinks the haziness from her eyes - watching with a quiet sort of appreciation and the kind of smile that likely looks rather ridiculous and entirely besotted.

(Well, it was a good kiss.)

"Oh," she grins upward at the sudden silence. "You're all just jealous."

She'll remember to be nervous in a little while.

Once the tingling fades.