tristranthorn | [027] OOM - Meet the Parents

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[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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"You never know when it comes to this place," he says, pausing for a moment.

"Or when it comes to us."

Weirder things have happened, still. You know, what with sky pirates, fighting for the goblins, giant birds trying to eat them, a set of insane uncles (not to mention slightly unhinged birth mother), and telling stories to crazy villagers for eternity. And let's not forget the witches who tried so hard to cut the heart out of the love of his life. Ah, and then there was the dead unicorn.

Okay, so they don't exactly have the most impressive track record. At all.

No big deal.

"We will figure it out if and when it happens then," she's hoping that it stays an if for as long as is possible. "One would hope that we'll have enough time to recover from this debacle first, at the very least."

He uncovers his face, smiling as he pulls her closer towards him, one arm protectively snaking around her waist.

"Thank you for doing it, Yvaine," he says. "My family loved you, as I knew they would."

Well, all right, his parents definitely loved her. Louisa might take a little bit more work.

"If you say so, dear."

She's a little uncertain on the whole thing, but she's willing to believe him if he's convinced. A couple sips too many of faerie wine is just as valid of an explanation, really.

She smiles anyway. He's comfortable.

"I like this Mother much better than your other one."

And Louisa doesn't particularly have to like her - she can handle sisters either way. Parents are far more terrifying things.

"She's far more ..."

How shall we put this?

Sane?

... Yeah.

"Well, she's certainly different. I don't know my other one. And though I misunderstood her at first, I realize now how much she's done for me - and for my father."

Sane is possibly a diplomatic approach to the whole thing, yes.

And judging by the quiet laugh and the quick kiss pressed to his jaw, that particular thought-train was very neatly caught onto - and heartily approved of.

"They do fit rather well," she agrees, smiling softly before poking him lightly in the chest. "And I rather think your father is better at teasing you than I am. I will, however, put that down to having far more time to practice."

"They do, don't they?" He smiles happily, flinching only slightly when Yvaine pokes him. "I'm glad for it, too. Having all this out in the open seems to have done better for them."

He laughs.

"He's always had that talent, though. My sister and I provided him with endless hours of amusement. Am I really that easy to tease?"

"I'm pleased that there is some further benefit of this then," she replies, smoothing out the poking-damage with her fingers. "I'm rather fond of the outcome of their parenting, I must admit."

Her head tilts, contemplating him.

"And you're getting better at sticking up for yourself, at least."

It's much more fun when he teases back.

"Well, I suppose I have you to thank for that," he tells her, grinning. "After all this time, it would be a shame if I didn't learn something."

He shrugs slightly, despite being more or less reclined against the fluffy pillows.

"Would have been a waste of my precious time, really."

Cause, yanno, her social calender is totally booked solid otherwise.

She nods sagely, "And it's always important to learn new things, after all."

"Have you learned anything new?" he asks. "After all, watching from above must be vastly different from actually being here on earth."

"Well -" she lets out a thoughtful hum, chin propping back against his chest and eyebrows beetling together in genuine contemplation. It's actually a good question, all things considered.

A laugh, light and mildly incredulous.

"Everything, I think," she finally answers. "I mean, do you honestly think that the girl you first met had any express plans of being right here?"

"No, I suppose not," he says, chuckling softly. "That clod of dirt certainly brought the point across quite clearly. As did the bits of rock."

Not the most pleasant of memories, to be sure.

"But - well, you like it here, right?"

They got the unpleasant parts over with in the beginning, is all.

"Do you like it here?" she asks, voice amused. "It's not exactly your original home either, dear."

A grin - and her cheeks aren't even the most vague shades of pink.

"I like you, so that is enough."

Point.

"I guess I feel the same," he says, without hesitation. "I have you, and that is enough for me as well."

(The management has finished deliberating. It accepts your proposal - but only if there's pie involved.)

She snags his hand with one of hers, tangling their fingers comfortably.

"We'll just have to figure out which parts we like as we go along."

(What proposal? There was no proposal. No narration was informed of this.)

He smiles, comfortable enough now to feel a little drowsy with contentment.

"And what will we do with the parts we don't like?"

(The proposal regarding hinting. We haven't gotten to actual proposals yet - don't rush us, man.)

"Outlaw them?" she offers hopefully.

There have to be some benefits of being royalty, don't there?

He laughs.

"I have a feeling you are going to make a superb queen," he says.

(Which, you know, implies proposals and marriage and...babies! Y/Y?)

(Hey! Rushing! Rushing is outlawed! But - clearly.)

"You really think so?"

She's joking.

Mostly.

(So very clearly.)

He cranes his neck a bit to press a quick kiss to her head.

"You'll be a better queen than I would be as a king," he offers.

Unfortunately, that isn't very much in the way of reassuring.

Oh, well.

"I somehow doubt that, dear," she grins, relaxing again. "Especially seeing as you actually like people."

It'll be fine.

His mother will figure out her mistake and they'll just be on their merry way.

He laughs at that. It's true, though; for the most part, he doesn't mind so much mingling with others.

"You'll be able to set me straight," he tells her. "And that's the most important thing, I think.

"Of course, we won't have to think about that for a while, as I have no plans right now to be a king of any sort."

"Not for a while," the star agrees. "At least."

She tugs his fingers, reaches up with her free hand to pat his shoulder in mock-sympathy.

"A while and then some - do you even realize how long you've signed up to be stuck with me, Prince Charming?"

"I warn you, I am about to get utterly ridiculous," he says, feigning for seriousness as he gives her a look. (It is a very impressive Look for all it's worth, even though there's amusement in his eyes.)

"Because I must admit: it won't be long enough, Yvaine."

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