[026] OOM - There's no place like home

[tristranthorn]

His shoulder and arm are - thankfully - healed completely at this point. It has been many weeks, but the help of pain medication, good stress-free rest, and delicious food helped splendidly in his recovery.

However, the time to return to Faerie draws near. On the one hand, Tristran is quite glad of it. It is their home, after all, and he is looking forward to really starting...well, things with Yvaine. But on the other, there is the ever-looming realization that he will soon have to inherit an entire kingdom and the responsibility of it all is somewhat staggering.

His shoulder is still a little stiff from the lack of use, but at least he is now able to do things with both of his arms. It is a very good feeling.

He glances over at Yvaine.

Now it is simply a matter of bringing up the whole ... going home thing - if she doesn't bring it up first.

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[tristranthorn]

He grins as he lays back against the pillows - feeling pleasantly lazy - and watches her as she moves around the room, picking things up and returning things to their rightful spots.

Honestly, the mention of 'wife' makes something in his chest pound - but only for a moment. He could actually see it happen one day. (Perhaps not the pastry part, though.)

[an_evening_star]

The only pastries that will be allowed in any possible marriage-like situation will be the tasty, sugar-filled, dessert-type ones. She has good sense, thank you very much.

(Or at least something that occasionally resembles it.)

And things like packing are surprisingly easy when you're fixating on not turning interesting colors or analyzing the way that your mouth just seems to enjoy talking without your express permission.

[tristranthorn]

Time passes quickly within the next few moments. Tristran manages to sit up and not act so incredibly lazy. The pain in his shoulder is more or less manageable now, though he'll have to take care not to strain it again in the near future.

He's even managed to put his socks and boots on, grabbed his coat from the closet - and it's fixed, too; he doesn't remember that - and help Yvaine with the last bit of room-cleaning.

He returns to sit at the edge of the bed while he waits for his star.

[an_evening_star]

This on, that away, and that into the bag which is slung easily over her shoulder - drawer closed, light off, and hair spun up (Aha!) with a real pin this time.

She leans against the wall near the door - tilting her head and watching him with a slow, lazy smile.

He's an extraordinarily nice thing to look at, her moron.

[tristranthorn]

"Ready, then?" he asks, tilting his head to the side as he gives her an intrigued smile of his own.

He straightens and moves towards her.

[an_evening_star]

"Very much so," she brightens visibly - one set of fingers already wandering in the direction of the doorknob, while the other one snatches his when he's close enough.

"Are you ready, dear?"

[tristranthorn]

He nods.

"Let's go," he says, allowing her to lead the way. He glances back briefly behind his shoulder at their empty room.

It looks a lot neater and less lived in than it ever has been, but he isn't too worried about that. They'll be back soon enough. He knows that.

Right now, home needs them more.