Ema Skies
March 05, 2021 7:20 AM
First night/last night by Ema Skies
OOC: Summaries and plans approved by Killian's author BIC:
Summer had been wild, and wonderful. At times, perhaps, a little… interesting. Looking after a thirteen-year-old was definitely easier than a thirteen-week-old, and Bonabelle was an especially responsible thirteen-year-old who hadn’t tried to manipulate them too much (or, if she had done, had done it so well that Ema still wasn’t aware…) but it was not something she was well practised in for more than an hour at a time. Still, her not-in-laws were still speaking to her after she and Killian had returned Bonabelle and had a bit of time to rest and for Killian to see them post-Canada, and they had allowed them to take her again to go to London. So, presumably if they had done anything wildly wrong it wasn’t going to be apparent until much later. She had generally enjoyed the girl’s company, and it had been nice to travel together because that was something Ema enjoyed a lot, so for her sharing that with someone was a good way to bond with them. Or end up killing each other or realising that you were just completely incompatible people. But no one had died or fallen out.
It had, of course, also been very nice to return her again to Ireland, and to continue their travels without her. Ema had got to tick a fair few European destinations off her bucket list, though there was always too little time. They’d also had to cut short the adventuring-around-Europe by like… a week or so, because they also had adventures-in-finding-somewhere-to-actually-live to complete. A lot of the summer had been dedicated to reading city guides about the US during their downtime. The main factor was being within the same timzone as Killian’s work (or no more than an hour out). He had expressed a strong preference for seasons, and Ema was game for giving that a go, seeing as she never really had outside of a week-long trip here or there to feel what they felt like. She had expressed a strong preference for a city culture, with people who had actually been outside of the USA in their lives, and with decent Asian groceries. And so… here they were.
Her mother had thought they were utterly mad giving themselves so short a time to look for a place to live without even really knowing the city, but it wasn’t like they were buying. Admittedly, a year-long commitment with only having read about it on paper was more permanent and much less road-tested than Ema’s usual way of doing things (she had hotel-hopped or taken temporary places with friends whilst getting a feel for her previous two cities), but it had been what worked this time around. At least she was jumping in with both feet in a country where she spoke the language. And with a partner in crime.
After all that, she was not sure she was returning Killian to work well-rested exactly, but she was also pretty sure that well-rested was not a state he frequently achieved when left to his own devices, and at least he had been worn down by too much fun (if there was such a thing) rather than over-working himself and stressing about family.
They’d got in with a whole twelve hours to spare until he had to be back at Sonora, a small amount of which she supposed would be spent unpacking. There were various bags and boxes scattered throughout the apartment, though between Ema living abroad and Killian living at Sonora, it wasn’t like either of them had masses of stuff to move in. The practical life necessities that kept you going, and the sentimental bits and bobs that made it home. She’d had a few boxes with stuff from uni at her parents’ house, and grabbed a couple that looked promising, though she hadn’t fully been through either of them beforehand.
“So,” she said, surveying the contents of the counter top, having unpacked the kitchen boxes, “Between us we own three forks, two knives, four spoons – all different sizes – and twelve different tea or coffee mugs. And it looks like only one of us can have cereal in the morning,” she added, nodding to the single bowl which sat between four mismatched plates. Unless they did a quick bit of transfiguring, or she ate out of her largest coffee mug (which was honestly big enough). “Works for me,” she shrugged happily, pulling him into a hug. “You want a cup of tea, roomie?”
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Killian Row
March 08, 2021 4:04 AM
It's a fairytale. by Killian Row
It hadn't quite hit Killian yet that he'd get to do this everyday. The traveling, the eating out, the seeing the sights, it was great, but coming home to Ema and knowing he'd get to fall asleep and wake up next to her was his favorite part by far. He wasn't entirely sure how he was meant to get through an entire workday five plus days a week if he knew that this was what was waiting for him at home. Really, if he knew that home was waiting for him. Which wasn't to say that Ema didn't have her own life of course; he was under no illusions that she'd be there every hour he was or even every night he was - perhaps she'd stay with a friend, work late, go out, see her family, or whatever else an independent, modern woman wanted to do - but it was so much more than he'd ever had before and that's what mattered. It was home. And she wanted to be part of it, even after everything she knew about him. He was worthy of home."Tea or coffee mugs," he repeated back to her as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Bah. They're distinctly different." He shook his head as if terribly disappointed (which wasn't that far off, although even he would admit that some of them were pretty stinkin' similar) before grinning instead. "It works for me too, love. You know I'd never normally turn down tea, but I think I wanna stand here like this for . . . at least another minute and a half?"
Pulling her in closer, he rested his chin on the top of her head and swayed a little, as if they weren't quite dancing because the sounds of their hearts beating together weren't quite music. Still, it felt very perfect to him. "I put my schedule on the corkboard," he murmured, trying to run through all the things that seemed important even though, in this moment, they weren't very important at all. The corkboard had, of course, been one of the very first things he had wanted to unpack. "And the extensions to get through to my office if you need me when I'm there. And to Gray's office if you need to get ahold of him because of Bonabelle. And-- " He pulled back again, looking at her as if he'd remembered something he'd known all along. "And I love you more than anything," he smiled before kissing her on the forehead and humming contentedly to himself. "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"
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Ema Skies
March 08, 2021 8:30 PM
It's better than that by Ema Skies
“Hot beverage receptacles? Vessels for alertness juice?” Ema obligingly rephrased when Killian objected to her collective terming. “Cups?”She leaned into his chest, enjoying the gentle sway of his body, and the thrum of his heartbeat, and the feeling that they were perfectly in time with each other.
“I know,” she replied, an affectionate smile evident in her voice as he mentioned the schedule on the corkboard. “I watched you put it up.” She wouldn’t deny him the chance to be pleased about a corkboard though. They had a corkboard. A corkboard with important numbers. She liked that it included one for Bonabelle. She hoped she’d never have to use it, of course, but it felt right that she had a presence and a space in their home. They’d got a place with a spare room given the high chance of visitors, and Bonabelle and Jean-Loup would have to agree on its décor as its most likely inhabitants. Of course, there was every possibility they would want to come and stay at the same time, so when she and Killian got around to purchasing a couch, they should make sure it was one that easily transfigured into a bed. One that could accommodate a six foot two puppy dog. And his boyfriend. Not that such a person currently existed, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t stay that way forever.
“I’ll add my important numbers to it when I have some,” she promised. The work thing with Killian’s cousin had gone back and forth a couple of times, especially after her timings had radically changed. It was currently looking likely but not fully settled.
“I love you too,” she smiled up at him, when he added that very important point to the corkboard orientation. Perhaps they should have that up there as a memo? She wasn’t sure whether she should surprise him with that, or whether adding to the corkboard required a discussion. Her nose scrunched in amusement as she looked up at him and tried not to laugh.
“Cereal on a plate?” she suggested. She preferred hers with yogurt (or ‘yoghurt’ and whereby the ‘h’ somehow transformed the length of the vowel in spite of being the wrong side of the ‘g’) anyway, and he’d been around her long enough to know that now, so sticking it on a plate would probably work fine.
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