unexpected domesticity shipping meme. you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper.
most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before.
whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you it accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotauge yourself before someone else does?
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[Rey was like Margo in that, she could take charge, and whether Rey knew it or not, she commands a room when she steps in. Not because of who she was married to, but the air she exuded. Calm, confident, and a hidden...power? If that was an actual thing. Though, if Rey was upset enough, it could get scary. Like, Margo level scary.]
You're welcome, dear. [A phrase she's used to saying but 'my love'? That felt like a new endearment Eliot had coined for her. Which was fine, just....very sweet to hear. It took a while for her to get used to cute pet names--the sort of things couples did for one another that felt so foreign to Rey. As though this should be someone else's life than her own.
But, she's learned to bury that feeling deep down handle that feeling and come around to it.
The arrow hit it's mark and Rey was clapping her hands in excitement in pride. He did it!]
I think your skills had more to do with that. [She told him, a smile still on her face. It was...more than nice. It felt natural. It felt like this could be the every day normal for them--when there weren't crisis' to handle.
Now it was Rey's turn, taking one bow and arrow from the servant and moved to where Eliot had been standing moments ago. She positioned her arrow and pulled back to string, her breathing calm and even. Her mind focused on her shot. When she felt it was right, she released the arrow, sending it through the air...
(Definitely a hidden power. Eliot had learned quite quickly that Rey was not all that she seemed to be and that her still waters ran deep. He liked to pick her brain just as much as he enjoyed playing along with her, like they did then.)
I think it's time you show off now.
(He grinned, feeling quite proud at the strong stance she took and how easy she made it all seem. It was his turn to clap and hoot and holler, loud as an Earth boy would be, and shook her affectionately about the shoulders.)
[The hug caught her off guard, making her stiffen in Eliot's hold before she relaxed. The praise was....it was amazing. It made the blood rush to her cheeks, but she didn't back down. She began to laugh and felt a swell of pride rise up within her.]
I can be. [She hollered back, happy and excited.
A servant gave Rey another arrow, while the other ran across to the field to remove the other two arrows. Faster than having to move down several feet to the next target. Rey waited until the field was cleared, positioned the arrow and pulled it back...
The arrow cut through the arrow and hit it's mark dead center.]
I'm usually better with a sword, but, I did it!
[She actually did it and it felt so good to do well in something and be praised for it.]
(He watched eagerly, waiting on his tip toes for Rey to fire off another shot. Even better than the last, and Eliot roared in his usual flamboyance.)
Damn, girl! You're even better than I thought. I really don't think I want to spar with you if you're better with a sword than you are with a bow.
(He grinned, still feeling his swell of pride at how good she was. And the servants even got to see! At least his betrothed was as talented as she was cute.)
Should we play a game? See who gets the most points? Loser...does something embarrassing?
[The servants seemed impressed. Really, no one had seen what Rey could do, other than be awkward during her royal duties. She did her best, even though she floundered about some time. She was used to hiding, to being a wall flower and watching life pass by her. So to be able to 'show off' in front of her husband, and servants no less, at least showed she was competent in some fashion.]
It's what I used to do if I wasn't helping with knife making.
[Or going to that school that didn't feel like it was much of an education. Nothing that she thought could be considered useful, but things that would help prepare her to be a proper wife. Which....she was kind of succeeding at? Sort of?]
Learning to hunt, to contribute in some way that wasn't solely cleaning was....refreshing, in a way.
[Her head tilted a little at the notion of a game. Oh....did her husband really want to lose?]
What would you define as 'embarrassing'? I don't want anyone... [Her eyes drifted to the servants] to think less of you, or question you.
Well then! We'll get you out here to do it more! How about that?
(He didn't need her to be stuck inside all day being a bride if she didn't want to be. He didn't really know the customs in Fillory but he was all for having a wife who did what she wanted, when she wanted. Even if it wasn't the norm. Whatever kept her smiling like that was good in his book.
He had to laugh, however, at the mention of his dignity.)
Oh, honey.
(He waved a hand to dismiss that.)
I think everyone knows I'm not a normal Earth boy. I like to have fun. If the staff thinks I'm a freak, so be it.
[There was blink or two from Rey who seemed...genuinely surprised that he was making her such an offer. She was still trying to figure out the role of being a consort to the King, and a wife, and a friend all rolled into one. Sure, there were lessons that she had to learn (like which damn spoon she had to use when they all did the exact same job), but she had come a long way since they first met.
She had gotten better at finding out how to manage the staff, how to plan a party if Eliot was busy, and how to converse with people, but to be given the chance to do what she wanted...that sounded almost too good to be true.]
Really? I...that would be great.
[Wow, she really was lucky to be have a husband like Eliot. A free spirit who didn't dictate what she could and could not do. Not a strict husband, but a kind and understanding one.]
Better a freak than a mindless follower. [Rey commented, her smile still on her lips. Things like this made her love for Eliot grow more. They didn't have to conform (too much) and to hell with what people thought of them.]
In that case... [She had to think of something that was embarrassing. What could it be...what could it be? okay, this is becoming harder than she thought.]
..Wear mismatching shoes? [No, no, she could do better.] I mean.. loser has to fib to Margo and tell her that her eyebrows are off?
[Rey watched with anticipation as Eliot drew another bow.]
Best of three shots? [See who could get the highest score and then deliver the unfortunate news to Margo that her eyebrows were off. The woman did put a lot of time into grooming herself and making herself look...fierce and beautiful--and scary at times, but that was more related to her temper than anything.
But no, Eliot was not like the other boys. Or the other men. He marched to the sound of his own drum, and wasn't apologetic for it. He did as he pleased, as long as it didn't hurt anyone else there wasn't any harm.]
Why do you call her that? Bambi? Quentin said it's a reference to a ...deer? She's not timid, you know.
[How could anyone think Margo was timid was beyond Rey. As for lying to her...]
I think I could get away with it. No one would suspect I'd do it, so I have the element of surprise on my side....
(He agreed with a smile, steadying his aim very carefully even as his wife posed the question about Margo's nickname to him. He let his shot fly, and the arrow sunk into the target for a score of 7. He made a face and shrugged, turning to look at Rey with a smile.)
Mm, well. She kind of looks like a deer.
(He knew that people who didn't know Margo like he did wouldn't think she was very Bambi-like, but he saw sides of her no one else did. And she could be quite soft. Not to mention beautiful. He sighed fondly just thinking about her.)
[Wide eyes that had every emotion flicker through them. What Rey had seen had been more power, anger, and a confidence that could even make the mightest of men shrink in fear. She was High Queen Margo for a reason.
Rey watched on, seeing the arrow sink into its spot. 7. Not bad, but she knows Eliot will do better. A servant approached, giving the king another arrow.]
Sneaky and clever. A dangerous combination.
[Which was true. She could be clever when the occasion called for it, and sneaky like now...or when she had gone down to the kitchens to aide with breakfast.]
Should we prepared what to do in the event Margo gets mad?
[Because it will happen; be it with the lie itself, fretting over her eyebrows, or finding out it was a prank at her expense.]
....I should have wine prepared to help calm her down.
Don't worry about Margo. I'll handle her if she gets cranky.
(He and Margo tended to tease each other more than usual as well as be brutally honest when the time called for it. He knew how to soothe the beast if it was necessary. She was his beast after all.
He raised his bow once again and aimed, quiet this time. As the arrow released, he held his breath. Another 7. He sighed a little bit and glanced toward his wife, offering a wry smile.)
What would you do if Bambi has a freak out?
(He teased, or perhaps it's a tactic to make her a little nervous so she might miss.)
[Rey stayed quiet as Eliot attempted to shoot his second arrow. It cut through the air, landing on the same mark as last time. Another score of 7, for a total of 14. Not bad, he did manage to hit the bullseye last time. Maybe it was nerves? Or was she distracting him too much?]
Huh?
[The question caught Rey off guard, and she said the first thing that came to mind.]
Not call her Bambi. [And there's a subsequent tint of pink on her cheeks. Damnit. She meant to keep that to herself.]
If she was having a freak out. Wine, a lot of wine would be ordered. Along with food, chocolate....and items that have no value that she could easily break. If all else fails, a hot bath and whatever Josh could bake?
[Because the man was a good baker, and he was always able to mellow people out with one of his sweet treats.]
....I should have all that prepared for our prank, shouldn't I?
(her reaction to the question had him chuckling, taking another arrow and lining it up on his bow with a smile. It was adorable. Mostly because he knew how intimidating Margo could be and also because he knew how soft she was too. His High Queen the Destroyer. She was the best. Just thinking about her made Eliot smile.)
I don't think you need to prepare that much.
(He lined up his shot again and took more time, exhaling a steady breath before he let the arrow fly. 9. Okay. He could deal with that. It wasn't too shameful and honestly, he wasn't that great to begin with.)
You shouldn't be so scared of her. She likes you, anyway. You'll be safe.
(He stepped closer to Rey and smiled down at her as he offered the bow.)
[Eliot had a total score of twenty-three, which wasn't bad considering he hadn't done archery in some time. It was a great start, truly. Besides, he had his men to fight for him. Not to mention that he had magic. That was more powerful than anything here, so knowing archery was just an added bonus, really.
One of their servants went to retrieve the arrows that Eliot had shot, giving Rey a clean slate to work with.]
Better to be over prepared than under.
[The young consort replied back, waiting for it to be her turn. She was surprised again to hear that the High Queen had liked her. Rey never liked to assume and just thought the other tolerated her presence.]
I'm not scared by her...intimidated, but not afraid. [Big difference, and it was doubtful if shit hit the fan that Margo knew how to fight. Rey was knew how to fight, knew how to defend herself if need be.] But...she does? She's....hard to read at times.
[As in all the time, but there was a small smile hearing her king would protect her.]
Wasn't that part of our vows? Protect each other from outside forces, and inside ones? [A little joke since much of their wedding was a blur to her. A lot of drinking, and biting her tongue and the feeling of awkwardness.
Rey took the bow from Eliot and received an arrow from one servant. She moved into position. Her mind focused on the target and nothing else. She pulled back the string, arrow lined up...
It soared through the air and landed near it's mark. 9 points to her.]
(Margo was probably extremely difficult for the average person to read, so he wanted Rey to know that she had a soft spot for her. Especially since is bride seemed to be so intimidated by her....which he was sure Margo would love, no matter what. She did enjoy being able to command a room...by fear or love.)
She has resting bitch face. I think that is why she is difficult to read.
(He smiles and rests his hands on his hips, watching Rey as she took her stance. He admired her for a moment, appreciating the way her clothing showed off her pretty curves. She was beautiful, after all.
He laughed and clapped his hands elegantly, nodding his head.)
She also has two emotions I've seen: angry and annoyed.
[But, maybe it was a mask Margo wore? She was a woman in power, and women have to be cunning and clever to maintain their power. Or, maybe she had been hurt? Honestly, Rey was trying to keep her head above water when she was first thrown into this life. She didn't have much time to get to know Margo. Maybe it was time to change that...
She flashed Eliot a sheepish smile, proud of her work but felt she could do better.]
Thank you, dearest.. Let's see if I can do better.
[She took another arrow, adjusted her stance and tried again...
(It wasn't his place to really say anything about Margo and her emotions, since she did like to run a tight ship and keep things ambiguous about her own feelings.
He watched as she lined her shot up again and watched with apprehension as the arrow flew.
He bowed his head and pressed his smile into a thin line.)
[There was a hint of a sly smile on her face, pride welling up in her at the mark she hit. She picked up her final arrow, intent on hitting another bulls eye--as her husband had instructed.]
As you wish, my King.
[Teasing slightly, eyes a lit with mischief and excitement.
She took her stand again, focusing on her target. The rest of the world was blacked out from her mind. Her breathing slowed, feeling the pull of the string against her fingers, until it was time. She released the arrow, hearing it slash through the air and landed next to its sibling on the target.]
Was that to your satisfaction?
[More teasing, handing her bow back to the servant, her fingers hurting a little from how much pull there was, but it was of no consequence.]
(Her bouts of mischievousness and near flirting had his heart soaring proudly, really coming to adore the person she had become in their weeks of marriage.
He watched her again, taking in the little details of how she focused herself and how elegant her stance was, how effortless the release looked.
He clapped for her again and grinned, bowing a little to the winner of their battle.)
I should have challenged you to something I know better. But...either way, I'm better at trolling Margo anyway. It will be funny.
Could make it a habit, you know. Challenging each other--for fun.
[Learn more about each other, and have fun. Something that feels so much easier to do now than weeks earlier. It felt like she could be herself around him, rather than the image of what she thought she should be--what the people of Fillory would want her to be.
No expectations, except to be honest with herself.
She moved in front of her husband, standing on her toes to give him a sweet kiss. Her hands moving up over his chest.]
Yes, you are better at trolling her, and she won't want to kill you on sight.
[Which was true, everyone knew it.]
I'll have to learn that skill from you. Could be prove to be very useful in the future.
(He grinned at her, watching as she walked up to him. He leaned his head down to meet that kiss and then his arms moved to wrap around her slim waist to hold her close.)
Just watch and learn.
(his hands spread wide over Rey's back, taking a moment to admire his wife in the sun with the wind gently blowing some free strands of hair about her face.
He was lucky. A wife in Fillory who he was actually beginning to get along with.)
[If that includes drinking, then so be it. Rey would probably lose very quickly...she wasn't one for spirits. She was, what did Margo say? A light weight?]
Mmhmm...should I take notes too?
[Teasing a little, enjoying how close they were. How warm Eliot felt and how...serene it felt. He looked very handsome, and any man or woman would be lucky to have his attention on them. Some days, she did wonder if this was all a dream and if she'd wake up back in her father's home, back to work from sun rise to sun set.
But no, it's real...and he is sweet, kind, funny, and...more than anything she could've wanted.]
(When they first met and Eliot learned that he would need to be married to a women, he kind of freaked out. He never gave a thought to marrying anyone, let alone a woman. And he wasn't known for his female conquests on Earth.
But Rey was kind and pretty and did her best to make him feel wanted and appreciated. So after his sulking was over, he tried his best to offer her the same sort of welcome into his life.
He was just as lucky as she was, he thought. The more they got along and the more time they spent together had Eliot growing fonder and fonder of her, until he truly felt like a husband. It was kind of nice.)
Would you like me to clown her now, or later? We could continue our day, if you like.
(he offered, arms still around her body, looking down at her as he spoke.)
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He dutifully allowed her to adjust his stance and aim,and it felt very familiar and domestic in a way he had never known before. It was nice.)
Thank you, my Love.
(he flashed a smile before aligning his shot once again and pulled back to let the arrow fly, sinking it just right of the bullseye.)
You're my good luck charm.
(He grinned, turning to face his wife.)
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You're welcome, dear. [A phrase she's used to saying but 'my love'? That felt like a new endearment Eliot had coined for her. Which was fine, just....very sweet to hear. It took a while for her to get used to cute pet names--the sort of things couples did for one another that felt so foreign to Rey. As though this should be someone else's life than her own.
But, she's learned to
bury that feeling deep downhandle that feeling and come around to it.The arrow hit it's mark and Rey was clapping her hands in excitement in pride. He did it!]
I think your skills had more to do with that. [She told him, a smile still on her face. It was...more than nice. It felt natural. It felt like this could be the every day normal for them--when there weren't crisis' to handle.
Now it was Rey's turn, taking one bow and arrow from the servant and moved to where Eliot had been standing moments ago. She positioned her arrow and pulled back to string, her breathing calm and even. Her mind focused on her shot. When she felt it was right, she released the arrow, sending it through the air...
And landing right next to Eliot's bullseye mark.]
Maybe..you're my lucky charm, instead?
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I think it's time you show off now.
(He grinned, feeling quite proud at the strong stance she took and how easy she made it all seem. It was his turn to clap and hoot and holler, loud as an Earth boy would be, and shook her affectionately about the shoulders.)
Look at you! You're deadly.
(He grinned.)
Go again!
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I can be. [She hollered back, happy and excited.
A servant gave Rey another arrow, while the other ran across to the field to remove the other two arrows. Faster than having to move down several feet to the next target. Rey waited until the field was cleared, positioned the arrow and pulled it back...
The arrow cut through the arrow and hit it's mark dead center.]
I'm usually better with a sword, but, I did it!
[She actually did it and it felt so good to do well in something and be praised for it.]
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Damn, girl! You're even better than I thought. I really don't think I want to spar with you if you're better with a sword than you are with a bow.
(He grinned, still feeling his swell of pride at how good she was. And the servants even got to see! At least his betrothed was as talented as she was cute.)
Should we play a game? See who gets the most points? Loser...does something embarrassing?
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It's what I used to do if I wasn't helping with knife making.
[Or going to that school that didn't feel like it was much of an education. Nothing that she thought could be considered useful, but things that would help prepare her to be a proper wife. Which....she was kind of succeeding at? Sort of?]
Learning to hunt, to contribute in some way that wasn't solely cleaning was....refreshing, in a way.
[Her head tilted a little at the notion of a game. Oh....did her husband really want to lose?]
What would you define as 'embarrassing'? I don't want anyone... [Her eyes drifted to the servants] to think less of you, or question you.
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(He didn't need her to be stuck inside all day being a bride if she didn't want to be. He didn't really know the customs in Fillory but he was all for having a wife who did what she wanted, when she wanted. Even if it wasn't the norm. Whatever kept her smiling like that was good in his book.
He had to laugh, however, at the mention of his dignity.)
Oh, honey.
(He waved a hand to dismiss that.)
I think everyone knows I'm not a normal Earth boy. I like to have fun. If the staff thinks I'm a freak, so be it.
(He picks up his bow again.)
You decide the punishment for the loser.
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She had gotten better at finding out how to manage the staff, how to plan a party if Eliot was busy, and how to converse with people, but to be given the chance to do what she wanted...that sounded almost too good to be true.]
Really? I...that would be great.
[Wow, she really was lucky to be have a husband like Eliot. A free spirit who didn't dictate what she could and could not do. Not a strict husband, but a kind and understanding one.]
Better a freak than a mindless follower. [Rey commented, her smile still on her lips. Things like this made her love for Eliot grow more. They didn't have to conform (too much) and to hell with what people thought of them.]
In that case... [She had to think of something that was embarrassing. What could it be...what could it be? okay, this is becoming harder than she thought.]
..Wear mismatching shoes? [No, no, she could do better.] I mean.. loser has to fib to Margo and tell her that her eyebrows are off?
[That's mostly harmless, right?]
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(He gave her a sideways glance, grinning.)
I'm not like the other boys. Don't worry so much.
(Teasing her again, because it was kind of obvious she couldn't help herself when it came to worry.
And they just vibed, in a way. For being as different as they were they kind of worked together.)
Hell yeah! To being freaks!
(He readied his aim again, as if he possibly knew what he was doing and could swing the odds in his favor at all. Mostly he relied on luck.
The mention of wearing mismatching shoes had him chuckling, lowering the bow again.)
Bambi would be so mad. I love it.
(He always did enjoy teasing his High Queen. Even when it made her mad, because in the end they always made up.)
Are you ready for that? To lie to Margo? I'd pay to see it...
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Best of three shots? [See who could get the highest score and then deliver the unfortunate news to Margo that her eyebrows were off. The woman did put a lot of time into grooming herself and making herself look...fierce and beautiful--and scary at times, but that was more related to her temper than anything.
But no, Eliot was not like the other boys. Or the other men. He marched to the sound of his own drum, and wasn't apologetic for it. He did as he pleased, as long as it didn't hurt anyone else there wasn't any harm.]
Why do you call her that? Bambi? Quentin said it's a reference to a ...deer? She's not timid, you know.
[How could anyone think Margo was timid was beyond Rey. As for lying to her...]
I think I could get away with it. No one would suspect I'd do it, so I have the element of surprise on my side....
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(He agreed with a smile, steadying his aim very carefully even as his wife posed the question about Margo's nickname to him. He let his shot fly, and the arrow sunk into the target for a score of 7. He made a face and shrugged, turning to look at Rey with a smile.)
Mm, well. She kind of looks like a deer.
(He knew that people who didn't know Margo like he did wouldn't think she was very Bambi-like, but he saw sides of her no one else did. And she could be quite soft. Not to mention beautiful. He sighed fondly just thinking about her.)
I like the way you think. You're very sneaky.
(His eyes narrowed playfully.)
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[Wide eyes that had every emotion flicker through them. What Rey had seen had been more power, anger, and a confidence that could even make the mightest of men shrink in fear. She was High Queen Margo for a reason.
Rey watched on, seeing the arrow sink into its spot. 7. Not bad, but she knows Eliot will do better. A servant approached, giving the king another arrow.]
Sneaky and clever. A dangerous combination.
[Which was true. She could be clever when the occasion called for it, and sneaky like now...or when she had gone down to the kitchens to aide with breakfast.]
Should we prepared what to do in the event Margo gets mad?
[Because it will happen; be it with the lie itself, fretting over her eyebrows, or finding out it was a prank at her expense.]
....I should have wine prepared to help calm her down.
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(He and Margo tended to tease each other more than usual as well as be brutally honest when the time called for it. He knew how to soothe the beast if it was necessary. She was his beast after all.
He raised his bow once again and aimed, quiet this time. As the arrow released, he held his breath. Another 7. He sighed a little bit and glanced toward his wife, offering a wry smile.)
What would you do if Bambi has a freak out?
(He teased, or perhaps it's a tactic to make her a little nervous so she might miss.)
Just wine?
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Huh?
[The question caught Rey off guard, and she said the first thing that came to mind.]
Not call her Bambi. [And there's a subsequent tint of pink on her cheeks. Damnit. She meant to keep that to herself.]
If she was having a freak out. Wine, a lot of wine would be ordered. Along with food, chocolate....and items that have no value that she could easily break. If all else fails, a hot bath and whatever Josh could bake?
[Because the man was a good baker, and he was always able to mellow people out with one of his sweet treats.]
....I should have all that prepared for our prank, shouldn't I?
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I don't think you need to prepare that much.
(He lined up his shot again and took more time, exhaling a steady breath before he let the arrow fly. 9. Okay. He could deal with that. It wasn't too shameful and honestly, he wasn't that great to begin with.)
You shouldn't be so scared of her. She likes you, anyway. You'll be safe.
(He stepped closer to Rey and smiled down at her as he offered the bow.)
Plus, I'd protect you if she didn't.
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One of their servants went to retrieve the arrows that Eliot had shot, giving Rey a clean slate to work with.]
Better to be over prepared than under.
[The young consort replied back, waiting for it to be her turn. She was surprised again to hear that the High Queen had liked her. Rey never liked to assume and just thought the other tolerated her presence.]
I'm not scared by her...intimidated, but not afraid. [Big difference, and it was doubtful if shit hit the fan that Margo knew how to fight. Rey was knew how to fight, knew how to defend herself if need be.] But...she does? She's....hard to read at times.
[As in all the time, but there was a small smile hearing her king would protect her.]
Wasn't that part of our vows? Protect each other from outside forces, and inside ones? [A little joke since much of their wedding was a blur to her. A lot of drinking, and biting her tongue and the feeling of awkwardness.
Rey took the bow from Eliot and received an arrow from one servant. She moved into position. Her mind focused on the target and nothing else. She pulled back the string, arrow lined up...
It soared through the air and landed near it's mark. 9 points to her.]
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She has resting bitch face. I think that is why she is difficult to read.
(He smiles and rests his hands on his hips, watching Rey as she took her stance. He admired her for a moment, appreciating the way her clothing showed off her pretty curves. She was beautiful, after all.
He laughed and clapped his hands elegantly, nodding his head.)
Not so bad yourself, my darling.
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[But, maybe it was a mask Margo wore? She was a woman in power, and women have to be cunning and clever to maintain their power. Or, maybe she had been hurt? Honestly, Rey was trying to keep her head above water when she was first thrown into this life. She didn't have much time to get to know Margo. Maybe it was time to change that...
She flashed Eliot a sheepish smile, proud of her work but felt she could do better.]
Thank you, dearest.. Let's see if I can do better.
[She took another arrow, adjusted her stance and tried again...
Bulls eye.]
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He watched as she lined her shot up again and watched with apprehension as the arrow flew.
He bowed his head and pressed his smile into a thin line.)
I want you to get another one of those.
(He grinned.)
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As you wish, my King.
[Teasing slightly, eyes a lit with mischief and excitement.
She took her stand again, focusing on her target. The rest of the world was blacked out from her mind. Her breathing slowed, feeling the pull of the string against her fingers, until it was time. She released the arrow, hearing it slash through the air and landed next to its sibling on the target.]
Was that to your satisfaction?
[More teasing, handing her bow back to the servant, her fingers hurting a little from how much pull there was, but it was of no consequence.]
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He watched her again, taking in the little details of how she focused herself and how elegant her stance was, how effortless the release looked.
He clapped for her again and grinned, bowing a little to the winner of their battle.)
I should have challenged you to something I know better. But...either way, I'm better at trolling Margo anyway. It will be funny.
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[Learn more about each other, and have fun. Something that feels so much easier to do now than weeks earlier. It felt like she could be herself around him, rather than the image of what she thought she should be--what the people of Fillory would want her to be.
No expectations, except to be honest with herself.
She moved in front of her husband, standing on her toes to give him a sweet kiss. Her hands moving up over his chest.]
Yes, you are better at trolling her, and she won't want to kill you on sight.
[Which was true, everyone knew it.]
I'll have to learn that skill from you. Could be prove to be very useful in the future.
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(He grinned at her, watching as she walked up to him. He leaned his head down to meet that kiss and then his arms moved to wrap around her slim waist to hold her close.)
Just watch and learn.
(his hands spread wide over Rey's back, taking a moment to admire his wife in the sun with the wind gently blowing some free strands of hair about her face.
He was lucky. A wife in Fillory who he was actually beginning to get along with.)
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[If that includes drinking, then so be it. Rey would probably lose very quickly...she wasn't one for spirits. She was, what did Margo say? A light weight?]
Mmhmm...should I take notes too?
[Teasing a little, enjoying how close they were. How warm Eliot felt and how...serene it felt. He looked very handsome, and any man or woman would be lucky to have his attention on them. Some days, she did wonder if this was all a dream and if she'd wake up back in her father's home, back to work from sun rise to sun set.
But no, it's real...and he is sweet, kind, funny, and...more than anything she could've wanted.]
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But Rey was kind and pretty and did her best to make him feel wanted and appreciated. So after his sulking was over, he tried his best to offer her the same sort of welcome into his life.
He was just as lucky as she was, he thought. The more they got along and the more time they spent together had Eliot growing fonder and fonder of her, until he truly felt like a husband. It was kind of nice.)
Would you like me to clown her now, or later? We could continue our day, if you like.
(he offered, arms still around her body, looking down at her as he spoke.)
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