โI made treacle scones.โ โAnd lentil soup, a roast been dinners giant Yorkshire puddings, and a Victoria sponge cake with cream and strawberries.โ
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He did so love her. Enough that it had managed to puncture through the muddle that was her mind and all it contained, to the part of her that was always Winnifred Yates. Now she let her hand rest on his, gently guiding it to one side and down a little where a flurry of kicks had started. -
"Of course, mon cลur." Matthew would do anything Winnifred wanted, any time, any place. He settled in beside her easily and pulled her close. His other hand came to rest in her growing belly. "I adore anything that involves you." He murmured seductively in her ear.
โMatthew.โ She smiled up at him, her hand reaching out for his. Just to pull him down beside her. โCome watch.โ She was on the bed, the widow opened and pillows piled up so she could lounge with her head on the ledge. The smell of the rain and the sound of it was soothing.
"I love watching you watching the rain mon cลur." ๐โค๏ธ
โYesโฆ wellโฆโ Yes. Sensitive. And she didnโt really like to remember that sort of thing. Which is why she mostly blocked it all out. โOh. Iโm sorry Hector, I just assumed that thoseโฆ. Partsโฆ still functioned. Is that why youโre so good at the mouth stuff?โ
โMisplace? Actually, something tells me that might be a sensitive subject, sorry.โ Then, Hector took those pale hands of his and gestured towards his nether regions. โSadly, part of me beingโฆyโknowโฆwhat I am, means the olโ baby making process doesnโt really work anymore.โ
โIโll need to find a seed. And then Iโll plant it and water it and talk to it and itโll grow.โ โI donโt really want to think about how itโs made. Really. Itโs quite unpleasant.โ
โYesโฆ I suppose soโฆ. But how are you planning on making one?โ
โI want to make a baby.โ โI wonโt misplace it this time.โ
โOh.โ This is why people said she could be intense. Or other, less nice words. โI often miss social cues, like jokes. Sometimes I get too invested in things because of seeing things that other people say arenโt there. She shrugged trying to diffuse things. -
He could hear her tone change, he shrank in on himself. โWas just jokeโฆ would not actually hurt Grace. Never, never, never.. Grace is friend. Is not actually upset with Graceโฆโ He was nervously shifting, he nervously picked at his claws. He literally risked his life for Grace, he came closeโ
For a long time, she was quiet. Her gaze was on him, looking into him. Seeing more than a human had any right to see. โI think being mean to someone just because they were mean to you is a foolish thing to do.โ โI told you itโs a drowning month.โ โBut you wonโt listen. Because nobody does.โ
โRocky say is fair game to push Grace into ocean.โ He shrugs. โEridians donโt have religion, so we just do it of own will.โ He giggles. โMaybe Grace should not laugh at Rocky when fall in ocean. Not have wet couch.โ He thinks a moment. โNo. Not rain diamonds. Rains other particulate.โ
Choking on her apple juice Face red Eyes watering
โOh no, Mr Rocky! You shouldnโt push people into the water.โ โNot unless your God asks you to do so.โ โI think it would be a terrible shame to travel all that way to another world only to drown in water made to keep one happy. Does it rain diamonds on your world?โ
โGrace says he can swim, never seen him swim. Maybe should get revenge by pushing into ocean.โ He squeaks a laugh.
Vivid blue eyes stared back, unblinking. A flush crawling over her cheeks as her body temperature rose quite suddenly, a heat burning through her. And the Wytch smiled softly, nodding. As though it all made perfect sense. Which, to her, it did. -
Hectorโs eyes went blank, hollow. They stared right at Winnie, though there was no one there to take in any of the sights. They were in charge now. โHe drowned that night; the wolf is brought to the pack where the alphas fatten him up for the slaughter. Thereโs blood in theโฆ +
โThey become quite restless u til they get their tributes.โ โAnd thatโs where I come in. I do the drowning. And pay the tributes.โ
โ Rituals are important, it a way to honour the old gods.โ
โCan he swim?โ โI canโt. Thatโs why Iโm so good at drowning.โ โThatโs why I worry about Me Grace drowning if you give him alcohol.โ โAlcohol and swimming never end well.โ
โNo, Rocky fell into ocean Grace watch and did nothing. Bad rescuer.โ
โWe like to do drownings in September, October, and November.โ โTo appease the Old Ones of the deep waters. The Drowned Ones. You know.โ
โ What do you mean?โ
โDid he drown you in the name of his god?โ
โAnd Grace let me drown. How rude, rude, rude.โ Heโs being sarcastic.
Almost silent grumbling. โSeptember is a drowning month.โ โAnd October and November.โ
โGrace want alcohol to have party.โ
"Alcohol is bad for you. You should synthesize tea."
"I think Mr Grace needs some tea to calm down." "He's very shouty." "It's only water."
"I would love to meet Adrien some day. Perhaps we would also have a hobby in common." "Painting, or piano?" "I'm fond of horses, too. But they can be skittish around me."
โRocky parents try to find Rocky a mate too, but Rocky chose Adrien.โ He loved his wife very very much.
"I don't think gender matters when a parental unit is being controlling." Honestly, she didn't really want to know the ins and outs of how offspring were made, that whole thing made her feel a little disgusted when humans were involved. Aliens wouldn't be much better. "Mine found me a husband."
โOn Erid are called โซโชโฉโฌโฌโฏ and โซโฉโชโซโซโญ. But would be equivalent to Dame and Sire. Is hard to explain because Eridians have no gender.โ He was ok with explaining. โYes. Sometimes have overbearing units. Rocky and Adrien had overbearing units. Weโre not happy when tell them we mates.โ
Lots of words that she didnโt really understand. And perhaps he misunderstood the question. โWhat do you call parents then? Those who have childrenโฆ pebbles.โ โAre some of them very strict with their pebbles?โ
โEridians have parent yes, but are not called that. Eridians not have genders. Are hemaphrodites. We have breed pairs, make clutches of pebbles.โ If he had a โชโฉโซ (currency) for every time heโs had to explain how eridians make babies, heโd have two โชโฉโซ. Which isnโt a lot but weird thatโs itโs โ
โDoes your home world have overbearing parents?โ โI was wondering what itโs like to be a child there. We are not always kind to our children. And we donโt always do what is right by them.โ
Rocky hums and goes back to knitting, heโs done exploring the gramophone. He starts knitting again. โEridians have similar thing. Called โชโฉโฉโซโชโช.โ It wasnโt the same as an earth washing machine. But it was close enough.
// did I buy the knitting pack in the Sims just so Winnie could live her cosy life? Yes.
โItโs like magic. They make the disc remember the sound.โ That seemed far simpler than the fancy explanation. And Winnie seemed to relax. She liked it better when things were simple. โDid you know that they have machines that wash clothing now? I like to watch them. Everything spins and spins.โ
โOh, so is sound wave! Rocky understand that. Just put into disk. Make sense now.โ Now he understands he chirps and chitters, he bobs up and down and clacks his claws a little. โHumans are good at making technology.โ A compliment.
"The needle wiggles." He was asking the wrong person, she didn't know how to explain it. It made her nervous to try. That sort of thing, knowing too much, was not encouraged usually. "Uhm. Sound is vibration. The needle vibrates and the gramophone makes it louder. Amplification." -
Rocky was paying close attention, his mate would love this more than he does. Heโs still a bit confused. โRocky still no understand, how does disk make sound, question?โ ๐๐ข๐ฑ ๐ต๐ข๐ฑ