#blakkxwar

Even in his creeping age, Thaddius knew when she was coming. It wasn't the faint rustling of silk, the chime of finely-wrought metal, or the click of the heel supports that alerted him. He just knew. Than again, when he thought back, it had been just passed twenty years they had been together, give or take the several it took for him to manage his way back to her, broken and bruised. This simple instinct should be standard by now.

The silk skirt swirled around her lofted ankles as she came into his space, his head turning to acknowledge her arrival. Lovely woman with her proudly postured height and the subtle curve of her body from bearing his sons, her mere presence still enough to command long after she had left her title with their youngest. She had aged well, striding with that same practiced elegance of her twenties, even now in her forties, her features chiseled and filled by time's gentle caress to best fit with the delicate chains, dangling jewels, and detail-engraved metal prominent in her cultural roots. Certainly, it was lavish, though it still did not detract from her inherent ability to turn heads and silently demand control. This was one reason of many that he fell for her, too many years prior now to accurately remember.

His attention diverted from glittering hems on skirts and veils up to her scarred visage, the abyssal blue eyes with concentrated, hardened glare. When she caught him looking at her, her gaze moved to meet his red-rimmed green, softening just slightly with a spark of recognition. Her shoulders relaxed and her calculated marching steps were slowed to a halt, her face breaking into a small gentle smile of greeting. It was enough for him to mirror the expression, construing such as invitation to join her. A few limping steps were taken toward her, counterpointed by the click of his aiding cane, his unoccupied hand reaching up to cup one side of her head with little effort. She leaned into the touch, eyes closing just briefly in comfortable content before she broke the opening silence.

"T'addius..."

It was simple, just his name. By now, the accent was more than familiar, having embedded itself into the fibers of his life. He no longer had to strain to understand what she was talking about and he had picked up a few words of the languages she muttered in thought or spit in venomous spite. Her name, on the other hand, still eluded him regularly, not so much by old age than from calling her 'War' for the last few decades. Even now, he had to think of it, though the pause was getting shorter every time he used it.

"...Fae..."

Her smile grew wider at that. "You actually remembered mein name zis time."

Who cooks: This one was answered in the first one I did for these two. Thaddius [indirectly] does it, given War's penchant for blowing up the kitchen when she even thinks of trying.

Who does the laundry and other chores: For someone who can barely work a toaster without turning it into a ticking timebomb, War's meticulous attention to detail ensures that things are done right the first time. At least to her standards; there are a few Thaddius finds rather lax and he ends up redoing them to his when she's not looking.

How many children do they have: Two. Both sons, Xerxes and Marius Blakk.

Who’s more dominant: Although she fights him on it, Thaddius is.

Favorite nonsexual activity: Reading, mostly. Particularly if she's snugged up next to him.

Their favorite place to be together: Somewhere quiet, private, without the kids or someone hitting the metaphoric Panic Button.

Any traditions: Thaddius has pretty much denounced them in favor of his own routine, though he quietly 'puts up with' a few of hers. While he seems to enjoy the singing bit, he could do without the Henna bit.

Their “song”: They don't have one in-character, but Mun has a playlist for them.

What they do for each other on holidays: Depending on the holiday in question. Thaddius pretty much stays out of it, but lets her enjoy herself to her fullest.

Where did they go for their honeymoon: Retirement

Where did they first meet: Funny story, that one. He'd suffered a devastating blow to his private train at the time and was blaming it on her.

Any pets: Technically, her Slugs sort of count as pets, right? I would say his Grimmstone, but he doesn't exactly treat it like one.

What do they fight over: Also detailed in the first one. Mostly, it's something trivial and small, like a clash in ideologies. Anything bigger usually pertains to her coming up in pieces [in some way or another] and him having to put her back together or him burying himself too far in work during her visitations.