#bedknobs-and-barstools

Hell+o? I Was T+old Y+ou Wanted T+o Talk T+o Me. Please D+o N+ot Be Shy, Dear.

♬ = singing to them


Porrim had been restless and overjoyed all at once since the grubs arrived, and she was darting to and fro even more than you’d ever seen. She was like a lose spark in the fireplace going from customers to babies. He’d been doing his best to help on this light though, having gotten the grubbies to bed yourself. And now it was time to get Mama to sleep.

You’d wait for her last druken patron to stagger off into the slow rising sun precariously before lifting the tired jade up like a rag doll, which earned you a squeak and a half-annoyed scowl that would fade the second you smooched her forehead. She was weak to you and you knew it. “Oi firefly, sweet love of mine, wander no more into the summers lights~. Come back to bed, and rest your head let not wander for tolight.” He started crooning, carrying her back towards her room. “Dilwyn-” came her soft protest that you quelled with your lullaby again,

“Firefllly, fiiireflllly, fly only into night, let not yourself be tempted by everfires light. Let not thine heart a wander, no no, no more. Firefly, firefly. Come to me back home~.”