"I think I did too much today, my body aches. So an early night is in store."

Stolen

"Most of them are old and stuffy and weird. And I'm not an avatar, so I can avoid them." Was he fishing for information of what she did do? Or just complaining about all the weird cults that popped up.

She made a barely audible ‘ugh’ sound, eyes almost rolling. “The King in Yellow is an avatar of Hastur, as such I have no direct tie to him. I am of another God.”

“Yes.” “Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.” “But you shouldn’t think about it too much, it gets into your mind and there it starts to warp and bleed through from one reality to another.”

“It’s an artefact of Carcosa, given to me as a betrothal gift by the great prophet, Aldebaran. It is both a symbol of their devotion to my God, and a protective charm so that I may walk the streets of the great city unharmed.”

“That’s such a problematic thing to say these days. Cursed broaches are just as beautiful as non-cursed broaches. I’d say they’re even more appealing, honestly.” “Besides, it was a gift.”

“It’s beautiful and I love it!”

"I like to smash things!"

“Do you mean…” Were her hands shockingly cold or did the fur insulate him a little? She reached around to his back where the warmth of his kidneys and liver radiated heat. “Sex?” “Energetic sex?”

She moved closer to him, cuddling up and trying to press as much of her body against his as possible. “I think I’d have fur so black that it reflected blue. And I’d have wings.” “Maybe I need to jump around to warm up. Do some squats.”

“I was working. And it was cold.” But she didn’t feel the cold while it was cold. Until everything was done and then she came back and realised she was cold. Icy little fingers in his hands and her nose red. “Does you fur keep you warm? I think I’d like fur.”

“It’s very cold. My nose is cold. And my toes are cold. Andy hand are cold.”

“I could make a little dolly that looks like you and sit it next to my bed.”

“She has some time, then. Though I don’t think she is aging like a human child. She is developing quickly.” Which was to be expected, even if Effie felt a pang of sadness over that.

One of the best views.. for just as long as she concentrate for...

A decent view for @bedlamwytch.bsky.social on this #ThirstyThursday. 😘❤️

She breathed in deep, nose buried into the crook of his neck and her body shifting into a by now, very familiar position. "Do you dream when you sleep?"

"My God has agreed that maternity leave is important. Besides, Discordia is dealing with the cults that have popped up, she enjoys it. And it keeps her distracted." "From what age does your school teach students?"

"You are rambling, but that's okay, I often ramble, far and wide. It's a nice thing to do, just let all your thoughts spill out of your mouth." "So, are you ready for dinner? I think this place has real napkins, fabric ones. And candles. Too few places have candles these days."

Date went well.

// I’ve had a shitty night and a shitty day and about three hours of sleep. Banter is all I got in me right now

Date ready

And what a Care Bear she was when the light fell onto her tummy and she tried to grab at it, giggling and laughing. "I wish I had thought to go to school and learn about what light is so I could explain it all to her. Ask her how many colours she can see."

Him and his nibbling made her squirm and giggle, until she forgot about her sunbeam and turned around to lie face to face with him. Lips wandering over his skin, across his throat and up his jaw. "Do you not sleep?"

Babies should begin their education as early as possible in the most fun ways possible. Such as when Effie finds a small compact mirror and starts to reflect light around the room letting Talia watch it. Then helping her discover angles.

“Mmmm, good morning, my darling. Look at the sunbeam. I can feel the warmth on my skin. Sometimes I think about how long it’s taken these photons to emerge from the centre of the sun just so they could come here at this moment.” “Did you sleep well?”

Big stretch. Cat like. And then she’s lying down to watch a sunbeam, letting her hand dancing in the light and make shadows.

“So I was reading the books and there’s this thing called baby led weaning, where we offer soft things and when she’s ready, she’ll pick them up and try them.” No really, there were books scattered around the cottage. Up to date ones. Modern.

She grinned, glancing at his hand and wondering over how right it felt. “As it should be, family at Christmas.” And he was German. Like Prince Albert who had brought the Christmas tree tradition to England. “Wherever we are, so long as we are together, that is home. Yes?”

"I've not celebrated Christmas in many, many years so I have no feelings one way or another." "If you would like to spend it with your family, and I am invited to join you, then I am happy to do so."

A nod. Just like that. "At Westchester? Or somewhere else?" His family meant Anna and the other mutants, right? Or wee there others somewhere else? She didn't really know much about that side of his life.

"I think someone needs a high chair soon." She said, eyeing Talia as she poured some coffee for Kurt. "I slept wonderfully, I was dreaming about Christmas time. And using a piece of black card to catch snowflakes so you can see how pretty they really are. You wet the card and freeze it."

But he worries too much, and must learn to relax a little.

"Good morning, my loves." There was tea on the table, and coffee of course. A few freshly baked English muffins for buttering or adding some jam sat on a plate. "How did you sleep?"

Talia gets a kiss on each little cheek and then a raspberry on her little tummy. Kurt gets a kiss on the lips and then the tip of each ear because she hasn't noticed how cute they are until now.

One on each cheek because he's French, plus one on his forehead because he has a bad habit of worrying too much.

Who wants one?!

“Good morning. The tea is hot.”

“I ate ice cream that tasted funny and now I feel sick.”

Things I have never done- fired a gun gotten drunk eaten pizza it against a wall

Bed head

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I need a nap

"I think John wears a lovely suit. It's very respectful." "It's his coat that smells bad." "But I think that's all the magic."

"One for you, and a much smaller one so we can all have matching hats?"

“This is one of my friends, one of the observers. It likes you.”

“Sore tummy, but I’m being really brave about it.”

And on that note, she’s off to bed. Goodnight.