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[lazyinlove]

[A statement which naturally leads to the kids standing there absently, unsure of how to obey such an order. This isn't home, after all.]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest watches them for a moment, head tilted just a bit]

. . . you can sit wherever you'd like.

[lazyinlove]

[Sit? They know that command. Both kids plop down on the floor and wait to see what's next. The book is mostly forgotten already, even though Stanley's still holding it.]

[hyanaimne]

. . . I meant on one of the beds or a chair, but that also works. What brings you by? You said you brought something?

[lazyinlove]

Oh. Yeah. Shakespeare. Y'know, to make you feel at home.

[Except that now they're on the moon. But it's the thought that counts, isn't it?]

[hyanaimne]

To make me feel . . .

[it takes a moment to register, but then she's staring at him like he grew a second head. Wait, what?]

[lazyinlove]

[Crap. Is she offended? Crap.]

Uh...well, I thought...

[hyanaimne]

[wait why does he look like that did she say something wrong? Crap]

—that's-that's very nice of you.

[lazyinlove]

[Whew. It's okay. She's not gonna hit him for being insensitive or anything.]

It is? I mean. Yeah, uh. You're welcome.

[hyanaimne]

[she is an embarrassment to herself every time someone does something nice for her; she's used to it a little more now that's she's been here a few months, but it still throws her off, regardless if she's prepared for it or not.

She ducks her head, almost as if she's hiding under hood, but it's not up, and it would be entirely awkward to put it up. What would the little girl think?]

M-Mm. Thank you.

[lazyinlove]

[That's pretty cute, actually. For the first time in months, Stanley cracks a little bit of a smile. It's nice, to do something for someone and have them appreciate it. It makes it totally worthwhile, even if somewhere the ghost of a librarian wants his balls on a platter.]

It's all good.

[Now, if he can just manage not to embarass her by asking about her ears...]

Are you like a fairy or something?

[...Damn it.]

[hyanaimne]

[she blinks, then stares at him for a long moment.

. . . then bursts into laughter, genuinely amused and a little relieved, too]

While I am touched you would mistaken me for one, no. I'm a half-elf. [she reaches up to push some hair away from her ear so he can get a better look]

[lazyinlove]

[He leans down a little, to check it out. His own hair falls in his face when he does, and he has to stop and blow it out of the way first. But yep, those sure are some pointy ears. Cool.]

Cool.

[hyanaimne]

[a faint shake of her head]

I do not think I will get used to people thinking like that.

[lazyinlove]

What do they usually think?

[hyanaimne]

["abomination", "cursed creature", "monster"]

Ah . . . let's just say that my kind is not very . . . welcome in my world.

[lazyinlove]

That sucks.

[It's not exactly eloquent, but it's a genuine response. He studies the ears again for a moment, and shrugs.]

They're nice. We like them.

[hyanaimne]

[she smiles a bit, ducking her head. It really is nice to hear that someone doesn't think she's some abomination simply because she's half-blooded]

Thank you.

[lazyinlove]

Open it up. Take a look. Maybe you can tell me what it means when you finish it, because it's like a foreign fucking language to me.

[It's sweet, but he doesn't want to draw out her reaction, so he changes the subject to something less personal.]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest peeks up, then tilts her head, curious]

You said it was Shakespeare, but . . . what is it about?

[lazyinlove]

Kings and elves and stuff I guess. Seriously, I don't really understand it.

[hyanaimne]

[she can't help but laugh a little]

Perhaps I can explain it when I am done with it, then.

[lazyinlove]

Better than I can I bet.

[hyanaimne]

I doubt that. Is it a modern story? I hardly understand that.

[lazyinlove]

Uh, no. Why would I bring you that? Shakespeare's been dead since my great grandmotger's great great grandmother was a baby or something. That's why I thought it'd make you feel at home.