#from a taste of erinaen painkillers to irene lore to a glimpse of a lenopan-specific chronic condition

[kariachi]

Kevin and Irene ficlet! I just, needed a bit of them. A morning in the Levin household.

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“Okay,” Kevin said as he slipped into Irene’s room, “one each necromancer approved pain-killing chicken, fresh from the fridge.”

“You’re a gift.” She perked as she said it, gathering herself up, eyes moving between his face and the whole bird on the platter in his hand. Never a great sign for how she was feeling. How anyone was feeling. Certainly he couldn’t imagine anybody found the sickly, multicolored mottling appetizing, and he knew from unfortunate experience that even the best of efforts couldn’t make it taste like anything less than the end result of throwing grass, snails, a cinnamon stick, and mint into a food processor. Fucking mint wasn’t even needed for the magic, it just was the most convenient addition to keep cooking from fucking with the effectiveness. He wasn’t even going to pretend he knew how that worked.

“Anything for you, Princess.” Dropping to the floor beside her, he held the platter up for easy access with a smile. Irene wasted no time in swallowing the roast down in one bite that cleared the platter of pretty much everything. The platter didn’t even try to move, an always charming reminder that she was a far more delicate eater than she looked. “You want me to reschedule dinner? He’d unde-”

“No,” she said firmly. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week-” Her tendrils wiggled, and her tone took on a lighter air. “-and if we wait another one my nerves’ll probably burn through. Anyway, I should be fine. I’ll just take it easy today, conserve my spoons.” He grinned at her.

“Benefits of marrying a man who pays your bills.”

“Damn right,” she laughed. Kevin leaned over to butt his head against hers with a chuckle of his own as she let herself spread back out, a portion of her mass gathering in his lap. “Another benefit, since he doesn’t need to work anymore either, he can stay here with me until I feel like getting up.” Faking a gasp, he draped himself over her as much as he could.

“A hostage situation.”

“Yep.” She turned her head enough to rest it against his arm. “I have to practice these sort’ve things, or I’ll never make it into your top five kidnappings.” With what was almost a purr, he brushed a kiss over her mass- smooth, soft, and just barely warm against his lips.

“Well, you’re off to a good start so far.”