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[He folds his wings behind himself, tucking them comfortably and shrinking them just a bit, so they won't knock into anything.] My apologies for not keeping in touch. Like I said, it's been... hectic.

[He takes his hand again, moving to the kitchen and starting a fresh pot.] It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, me. A long time.

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Reblog if it is okay if your muse is hurt, severely injured or tortured in RPs.

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[He chuckles, deciding not to question the "funny story" unless the other decides to tell it.]  Coffee sounds lovely.

[His demonic counterpart nods, reaching down to stroke the back of her hand.] I love her. You should see her father. Funny story about how she was born… [Oberon blushes a bit, then steps back.] Want some coffee?

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[The faerie stares down into the crib, his expression softening as he does. He seems as struck by the sight of the child as her own father does. His wings spread, just a bit, almost seeming protective of the scene.]

She is absolutely beautiful...

[He laughs, happily, following the other fae’s lead. It felt so good, to be around one so young — well, perhaps not as young as he thought, but he reminded him of himself when he was a child, newly free from his mother’s cold grasp, all energy and cheer. It occurred to him he didn’t quite know the other Oberon’s age. But he felt young.

And he hoped, sincerely, that he stayed this young and happy.]

I will, I’m sure I will! [He giggles.] They always grow up so fast, don’t they?

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She’s wonderful, me! Oh, you have to see her. She’s golden. And so smart. Come with me. [He grasps his hand, leading him away.] She’s only a few months old, but she’s already talking and almost walking and eating solid food. Oh, me, you’ll love her, I swear you will!

[He laughs, happily, following the other fae's lead. It felt so good, to be around one so young -- well, perhaps not as young as he thought, but he reminded him of himself when he was a child, newly free from his mother's cold grasp, all energy and cheer. It occurred to him he didn't quite know the other Oberon's age. But he felt young.

And he hoped, sincerely, that he stayed this young and happy.]

I will, I'm sure I will! [He giggles.] They always grow up so fast, don't they?

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Perfect sense. Escaping whilst vacationing is something I've had to do more than once in my life. I suppose, then, the question should be what are you escaping from? [He tilted his head, looking not unlike a confused puppy.

Then his smile returns.] You're a photographer?

Eh.. does it make sense if I say both? [she looks around, shifting her weight back and forth; keep talking] Um, so- what’s your name? And the card, it’s for my photography, uh, figured I’d give it to you now in case I take your picture?

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and still he looks amazingly pretty

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[He takes the card, looking it over curiously.] Escaping? In the urgent sense of the word, or merely "escaping" as in "vacationing"? I've found the two to be quite different, in the past.

Me? I’m Kayla. Kayla Hart. H-Hi! [she smiles and pulls a card out of her bag, fingers lingering over the camera before thrusting it at the man in front of her] I’m just — escaping. Yeah.

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Aye. If it weren't for her, the faerie race wouldn't even exist. And me, too, I suppose. But it's not as if I was her only option for marriage. [He smiles, crookedly, his eyes brightening once more. He tucks a strand of hair behind Oberon's ear, grinning.] I'd be honored to meet her. What's she like?

Goodness, triplets. That sounds like a nightmare. Titania gave birth naturally, right? [Oberon relaxed into him, closing his eyes and basking in his aura.] Would you like to meet her? You should meet her. My first child.

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OOC:

gosh I have to go to bed :c but go ahead and reply to me, lovelies <3

I'll get to replies when I get home from work tomorrow~

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Well, give yourself a couple of centuries. They stack up. [He chuckles, running his fingers through the other man's hair. The snuggling honestly doesn't bother him.] Odelyn? That's a gorgeous name. Puck was our first. Puck and Jareth and Chrysalis -- triplets.

Oh, dear. I don’t think we’ll have quite so many children. I had to tear Odelyn from his stomach myself. I think that we’ll have to keep it slow. [He snuggles him, more than necessary.] She’s learning how to talk now, and walking a little. Oh, she’s so precious, darling, so, so precious.

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[He couldn't help but laugh, but not in a malicious way -- never like that. It was good-natured, good-hearted. His eyes shone gleefully, and the entire air about him radiated warmth and friendliness. After a moment, he stood to his full height, nodding politely.]

And who might you be, my dear? What brings you to this corner of the world?

Oh, h-hello! [she smiles, a little shocked at the bow but.. okay? her fingers itched for the camera in her bag, but she kept herself from snapping a photo without conversation - that was rude!] Good evening, yes! Hi.

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[His eyes light up, quite literally; the flames of his right eye brighten to a cheery yellow, the waves in his left becoming a bright green-blue.] Oh, that's wonderful! [He laughs, pulling him into another tight hug.] Congratulations! Just wait until you rack it up into the low hundreds, mate, that's when the fun really starts.

Well, that’s lovely. Oh! Did you know that I’ve gotten married again? Yes…to a lovely little god named Illis. I… [He pauses, closing his eyes and smiling.] I’m a father. Can you believe it?

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My mother, Mab, tried that with me, way back when. I flashed some fire in her face and she was too scared I would melt her after that, I think. [He licks his lips, tilting his head.]

It's fine, now. The children are celebrating non-stop. And Puck's off with his new wife, so he's not causing mayhem.

Oh yes. [He releases him.] I was hacked to pieces by my predecessor. No big deal, right? [He steps back, picking his coffee up again and sipping from it.] How is Avalon?

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I had to deal with my kingdom. It was in utter chaos. I died, too, remember? [He shrugs.] Puck was on the throne but his elf lady-friend was really doing all the running because he couldn't quite handle it, I'm honestly surprised Avalon wasn't on fire when i got ba--

[He stops mid-ramble.] Wait, you died?

[He squeezes him tight.] You prat, giving me so much advice and then outright disappearing on me. I died.