#thisiamowed

[ No, ] Harmony pleaded. The crack in her voice suggested that her efforts were in vain ( and perhaps had been beyond the realm of her dreams, as well ).

[ no, Mr. Eagan. ]

With that, she seemed to wake. Enough, at least, to sweep her pretty blue eyes blearily around her dark room. ❝Gavin,❞ she uttered, soft and needing. Harmony sniffed and rubbed at her tear - stained cheeks. // @thisiamowed

Gavin woke as soon as his name was spoken, shifting from his slumped position on the chair and immediately landing on the shape of the girl on her bed.

"Darling."

His voice was rough, scratchy from sleep, but the way he rose from his seat was as swift as it was smooth. The small sliver of moonlight that made it through the curtains was enough to help him see the blankets on the floor, but Gavin forewent them in favour of approaching Harmony's bed instead.

She's crying. Instantly, Gavin had to bite back the urge to smile at how badly she needed him to make it better.

"Hey," he murmured, settling at the edge of the mattress and reaching out with one hand. Gavin's knuckles brushed tenderly over her temple.

"Hey, Harmony... won't you come to me?"

With a frown, Harmony swept her hair to the side, threw down her shirt, and exposed her current problem. She had found a beautiful bra, decorated in rich blue flowers and edged with black lace ; however, she was unable to clasp it properly on her own. There was a little hook in her purse, currently behind Grace — but there was also Mark, whose fingers were just as experienced.

❝If you could —❞ Harmony sighed. Her hands held the front in place. A bright blue eye watched Mark over her shoulder. Wisps of silver hair fell into her face. ❝Mm, I don't know why I'm bothering with this. I can't nurse out of it . . . it is, frankly, useless.❞ [ but pretty, ] came her silent addition. Pretty in the way so few items of clothing she possessed were — and perhaps it was because of that that she hoped to get a glimpse of Mark's expression. If it seemed to make him happy, the fuss would be more worth it. The fake wedding ring, glittering at its usual place on her finger, was proof of that. // @thisiamowed

Mark barely had time to sound surprised before he was looking at Harmony's exposed back and the open clasp of her bra. The very picture of her was enough of a context clue on its own to know what she wanted (and by the blessing of their daughter's presence it was definitely not sex), but he appreciated the half-spoken request all the same. Once upon a time, Harmony never let him help with anything, and Mark was thankful they'd more or less moved away from that reality.

"I'm assuming you're bothering with it because you need the support," Mark said cheekily, taking the ends of her bra in either hand and latching them together. In the split-second that his hands lingered, he bent his head to kiss the curve of Harmony's shoulder, then lifted back up to peer at her through the mirror. "And, hey, you're not going to be nursing the baby forever."

(In public, he did his best not to expose their daughter's name.)

"For what it's worth," Mark started, fingertips tracing down Harmony's lower back before his hands settled on her hips, "it looks amazing on you." Then he smiled, admiring Harmony's hair, and face, and the pretty lace that covered her ample breasts. God.

Harmony allowed her silhouette to linger for a moment in the door. It was just long enough to give Finn a warning, a chance to snuff out the joint before his mother got closer. Harmony knew, but she was trying not to smother him. The smell turned her stomach and agitated Finn's little sisters. She steeled herself, closed her robe, picked up her cups, and finally stepped outside. The tea in her hand was warm. Harmony handed one to Finn, not giving him room to deny it. She looked up at her boy, who was now heads above her. ❝Hey, baby,❞ Harmony murmured, blues made stormy by the questions she bit back. ❝It's chamomile and honey.❞

The moment he noticed someone moving towards him from the corner of his eyes, he pressed the lit tip of his joint against the paneling on the house. Shoving his hands- and by default, the rest of his joint- into his pockets, he offered a faint smile towards the woman as she came outside with him.

Finn cradled the mug in his hands with a soft thank you, though, he really didn't have any interest in drinking it.

He just wanted to be alone, smoke a bit, and relive some of the moments with the Grabber, just as he did every other night before bed. He found that if he at least confronted his assailant before bed, he had fewer nightmares. At least, he told himself that's what happened.

It was easier having that ritual, regardless.

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: Melody Grant (Steven 100% got soooo excited by the concept of there being a theme with the girls' and Harmony's names lol)

Gender: Female

General Appearance: The dark, thick, wavy hair that Melody gets from her father makes the fairer skin and striking blue eyes she's gotten from her mother all the more eye-catching. She stands at average height,

Personality: While typically quiet and keeping to herself, her sharp-tongue often comes out whenever she or a loved one feels disrespected. Melody is incredibly bright and protective. She may come across as distant, but, in truth, she's a bit awkward and only allows someone to see that side of her when she's grown very attached. She is quick-witted with a dry sense of humor and a silver-tongue, not to mention she loves hard and is fiercely loyal.

Special Talents: While her main gifts are in STEM, in Melody's pass-time she enjoys writing modern renditions of Egyptian Mythos.

Who they like better/Who they take after more: Because she is so much more like her mother, they are more inclined to clash than she is with Steven. Often times, it's why she tends to be a bit closer to Steven. It's not because she loves him any more than she loves Harmony, but rather because Melody and Harmony are two very strong personalities, that it leads to them butting heads more often.

Personal Head canon: Melody has photographic memory.

"Stop that," Finney bit out without thought or hesitation. Maybe he shouldn't have been so curt with his mother, but he couldn't stand to hear his mom utter such things. Harmony had been in Finney's life for so long, there were times he'd almost forget that she wasn't his biological mom.

But then, fifteen years in the care of a woman like her, it was easy to think she was there the whole time.

Her hand touched his chest first to confirm that he was real. It then slid upwards to cup his cheek. Harmony gazed at him, mouth hovering open. With her long silver hair unplaited and bright blue eyes shining, she really did resemble her beloved dragon — some mystical creature made from both lightning and sea whose harsh environment had not robbed her of her gentleness.

❝I missed you,❞ Harmony said softly. She pressed her forehead to his breast and breathed him in. ❝It hurt this time ... to not have you.❞ Usually, her voice was so strong and clear, colored by an accent that belonged to a faraway land. Before him now, though, it quivered, warped with the swell of emotion she felt. Harmony didn't know if she would survive the next good - bye — but did she have any choice when these reunions were all she lived for ?

Hiccup was grateful to have already been off of Toothless by the time Iris made her way over to the Night Fury. He feared if he was even remotely attached any longer, he'd be missing another portion of his body with how little attention Toothless paid attention to anything but his lady love.

Though, he'd be lying if he said he didn't mimic the same type of tunnel vision the moment he laid his eyes upon his own.

As grand it was to feel Harmony in his arms once more, Hiccup's heart shattered when he hears her admission. He'd known their separation was unpleasant, but hearing her utter the fact it'd hurt her this time was almost unbearable. He knew he loathed the distance and began to realize that most days he was planning when he could see her again, but to know the distance affected her like this was too much.

With a gentle sigh, he leaned his head down and pressed a kiss to the top of her silvery mane.

"I'm sorry, Harmony. I didn't mean for it to take so long to come back," he whispered into her bright locks. Closing his eyes, he remained as they were, focusing on nothing more than breathing her in and holding onto her as if letting go would mean she'd be gone once more.

If anything, the not-so-irrational fear made his arms tighten mindfully around her.

the truth is, he hadn't even noticed the blood seeping through and staining his side. it had been far from his mind, so wrapped up as he was in the task at hand. arthur had been out in the field with her horses, pitching hay over the fence and then working on repairing said fence. there are a couple of weak spots, broken posts and the like ; nothing that her employees couldn't fix, but ... he had to earn his keep around here somehow.

still, when she speaks, the outlaw's attention shifts. blue eyes flicker from the fence post to the lady of the house, and then back down to his side. sure enough, the bandage wrapped around his torso is slowly turning bright red again. a sign of pulled stitches, for sure.

“ ah, damn, ” he curses, shaking his head. “ that's just great. ”

the tools in his hand fall to the ground, dropped with perhaps a bit more force than necessary. if it were up to him, this wouldn't necessarily be a deterrent from finishing his job, but with the keen, watchful eye of harmony cobel trained upon him, it is probably for the best that he take a break.