#originmade

@originmade said :

Young eyes shine with excitement before racing over to Lucy, shyly pulling on the older mage's skirt in hopes of getting her attention. "You! You have keys! Just like me!" The young girl holds up her own key ring toward the blonde, four keys clinking together, three silver and one gold. "I haven't met anyone else with keys like me!" (from Mari)

✰ ❚❙❘ The beach was lovely, nostalgic even. She had been staring out at the sea, lost in thought for a while. The others had gone ahead playing somewhere near, she could hear their chatter and laughter from where she stood. Yet she didn't move, nether her body or eyes. She missed her so much.

     The tug was the thing that finally broke her trance, bringing her mind back to reality. A hand was quick to wipe away tears Lucy didn't realize had formed, before a smile flooded her face. ❝Is that so?❞ She dropped down into a kneel, making the two eye level. ❝You know, it's a rare magic these days.❞ How special that they got to meet? She was excited to take a good look at the keys this girl had.

GODDAMMIT NOT HER TOO.

The ball of yarn bounced twice as it escaped the bowl and she snarled at it, unable to maintain her composure. This was frustrating. She should not have let herself be goaded into partaking in Bob's idea of a friendly holiday gift for our dear old teammate, but she had been having a day and Bob was good at coaxing her to delve into the less friendly aspects of her personality. Well, the wool had been laying around for quite some time because she had come to realise that anything it produced was awfully scratchy. Which was why she was knitting socks from it for her esteemed former teammate. And she would guilt him into wearing it. Silly pancake of a man that he was.

Focused on her project, she used her foot to keep the wool from escaping too far as a knock came from the door. She frowned. She was not expecting anyone, but when was she ever? "Yes?" she called out. "Door isn't locked, just come in."

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"I s'pose I can get that, yeah." He still frowned at the idea, but it was less the idea of the deception and more that it'd worked. He still had a lot to learn about his magics, apparently.

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He froze at the touch, blinking once, twice, then his arms automatically wrapped around her and squeezed. Some of the tension eased out of him, then, his head resting against hers as he took a slow breath.

She was right, of course. Things would be fine. Rita was strong, their child would be, too. It wouldn't stop him stressing quite so much, but the reassurance was appreciated.

"Sorry, sorry -- I know I was rambling a bit, there. I'm okay now. Probably."

He pulled back to give her a grin, eyes bright.

"But...hey! I'm gonna be a dad! I wonder if they'll be a boy or a girl? Would they look more like me, or Rita--?"