Chris was gone before Teddy could even contemplate how to finish that sentence. He disappeared, dissolving in a shimmer of blue and white lights. He was gone for a minute. Then two, and then three. Finally, he orbed back, holding a blanket and a bag of snack. Because, well, snacks were good. Snacks and cuddling. Also, orbing was super calorie intensive.
Handing Teddy the snacks, he slid in besides them, wiggling to find a good angle. Finally, he draped the blanket over them. That look Teddy had given him? That heart shaped, puppy dog eye thing? He probably should never tell Teddy just how dangerous that look was. That look that said 'you cared'.
"Warm enough?" He wrapped his arms around Teddy (and the snacks), wishing Thorne made electric blankets. Or magic heated blankets or whatever. Actually they probably did didn't they? Somewhere.
Teddy’s always quietly delighted by Chris’s orbing (well, usually, anyway: he could stand to take a breath before just doing things, but then again so could they, and that’s not what they mean, anyhow). It’s so quintessentially magical, complete with blue shimmer. It’s very strange to ever stop and contemplate what the hell their life is, Teddy thinks, but not in a bad way at all.
“Ooh, and you brought food. Careful, a person could get used to this whole boyfriend-slash-delivery-service thing.” Teddy does sort of a sit-up to get up out of Chris’s way, shifting to adjust until they’re curled comfily half in his lap.
She snuggles down into the blanket, wrapping her arms around Chris’s to give him a hug in reverse, tipping her head up backwards . “Much better.”
“When I was writing my thesis in college, there was this corner of the library no one was ever in, with these giant chairs,” Teddy says, “a little like these?” They take a long settling breath, relaxing into the warmth and familiar solidity of their bodies pressed close. “I used to think they’d be much better with two people. Didn’t get to prove the theory until now, though.”
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Date: 2025-02-10 11:33 pm (UTC)Handing Teddy the snacks, he slid in besides them, wiggling to find a good angle. Finally, he draped the blanket over them. That look Teddy had given him? That heart shaped, puppy dog eye thing? He probably should never tell Teddy just how dangerous that look was. That look that said 'you cared'.
"Warm enough?" He wrapped his arms around Teddy (and the snacks), wishing Thorne made electric blankets. Or magic heated blankets or whatever. Actually they probably did didn't they? Somewhere.
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Date: 2025-02-14 08:18 am (UTC)“Ooh, and you brought food. Careful, a person could get used to this whole boyfriend-slash-delivery-service thing.” Teddy does sort of a sit-up to get up out of Chris’s way, shifting to adjust until they’re curled comfily half in his lap.
She snuggles down into the blanket, wrapping her arms around Chris’s to give him a hug in reverse, tipping her head up backwards . “Much better.”
“When I was writing my thesis in college, there was this corner of the library no one was ever in, with these giant chairs,” Teddy says, “a little like these?” They take a long settling breath, relaxing into the warmth and familiar solidity of their bodies pressed close. “I used to think they’d be much better with two people. Didn’t get to prove the theory until now, though.”