thornsong-blog:

KISS ME, BENEATH THE MILKY TWILIGHT // ( selectively ) accepting !!

THEY’RE CLOSE ENOUGH THAT HE CAN DROP BY UNANNOUNCED, if she’s home, if she’s not — sometimes after the long hours of running errands, he’s the one opening the door to let her inside. to them, it’s a source of comfort; knowing that they’ve found this stability within one another. even now, as spike’s head makes a home within her lap alex finds herself enveloped in the warmth of the moment. fingers idly ran through his hair as her other hand held a book, reading out loud one of her favourite fairy tales.

❛ … —— the prince was sent off to visit foreign kingdoms within the royal coach pulled by six white horses, to look for a princess grand enough to be his wife. but at the very first cross-roads, the way was stopped by an enormous lindworm, enough to frighten the bravest. he lay in the middle of the road with a great wide open mouth and cried, “ a bride for me before a bride for you! ” then the prince made the coach turn round and try another road: but it was all no use — for, at the first cross-ways, there lay the lindworm again, crying out, “ a bride for me before a bride for you! ” so the prince —— ❜

❛ and what is a lindworm, exactly? ❜

there’s a pause, the story temporarily forgotten as she struggles with an accurate answer to his question. ❛ a monster. ❜ she says finally, ignoring the way his nose scrunches with dissatisfaction. ❛ i’ve never actually seen a lindworm, spike. use your imagination. ❜ again, her attention is focused on the book in hand, when she feels spike wiggling around, head craning in an effort to see what she’s reading.

❛ are there pictures? ❜

she holds the book out, revealing nothing but pages of text. ❛ nope, no pictures. ❜

now he looks thoroughly unamused, his expression almost saying then what’s the point? she refrains from rolling her eyes, instead settling him down once more in her lap to continue.

[ … ]

❛ …  —— and there was no end to their love and their kindness towards her: because, by her sense and her calmness and her courage, she had saved their son, prince lindworm. the end. ❜ 

silence ensued, and carefully alex lifted the book; not at all surprised to see a now sleeping spike pressed against her middle. a sigh, and she puts the novel aside; leaning down to press a light kiss to the other’s forehead.

❛ next time, i’ll make sure there’s lots of pictures, okay? ❜

@bopnty