Recent content by Quacey

The large fae slept soundly. His familiar bed a comfort. His company one as well. Warmth that had become familiar given their time together once he had rescued her. More accurately after she had rescued herself. She had made the choice for herself. He simply was the means to allow her following...

The fae's gaze went over the room after he had returned. His companion had finished her bath and already slept in the bed. A slight smile and a soft sigh at the sight. Ethir never was one to wait. At least she never did once she began traveling with Quacey. The urgency had faded once he had made...

A nod was the most the fae could muster for her. The fatigue of their journey had yet to fully takn him, but he could already feel it claiming more of him. Both realizations only made now that the distraction and jubilation of seeing his kids once again after so long had time to fade. The...

With the distraction of his own twins settling down along with them in their crib, Quacey was able to put thought into other things. In this case his mind focused on Ethir's words in response to his own. She seemed more interested in them sharing the room together. It made sense after all the...

The distinction between a bath for us and a bath for you was missed by Quacey. His thoughts still in that place of travel were sharing certain luxuries was required. But now they were in his home where those luxuries could easily be had individually without any issue. "A true bath in tubs...

While Quacey watched his children sleep, the fatigue of their entire journey began to creep up on him finally. He was fit and trained for endurance for a reason, but all things had their limits. His had already been reached but he had reasons to ignore it and continue on until now. Important...

The large fae nodded to Ethir in response to her words. A nap sounded divine. The long travel had worn him out. The brunt of it done with him carrying her as he used his magic to speed up their travel. It was not as if he saved his energy any. Just their time. The trip took out of him what it...

If Quacey hadn't been so wrapped up in showering his twins in affection he might have noticed the motherly voiced that Ethir had used just now toward his kids. He might have noticed a lot of things that had begun to take place. Servants moving in the background. Things being set up, tidied, and...

A part of toddlers were carried out of one of the halls by pixies. The kids looked upset until they saw Quacey then got all excited and screamed "daddy" as loudly as they could. He took them into both arms and showered them in kisses. The biggest, most love filled smile on his face. He picked...

Sweet little one, Sweet little two. To you I run. How I love you. Quacey hadn't had much time for the past three months to focus on his poems. He needed to bring Ethir back to Twin Home with him so she could work on finding her path.... At least that was the original purpose. A month in and he...

The pair arrived on the dance floor. Hand went in hand. Hand went on hip. Eyes locked with eyes. And then feet began to move as the music sang into life. Quacey did nothing to disturb Ethir during their dancing. He just let her move and act as she please. Her focus was intense and determined...

Her mood seemed to return back to her defiance. Good. It was comforting when she was so willing to stab him for the slightest thing. More fitting for what he knew of her. Meek and timid was not what Ethir was about. If it was then she never would have left him and never would have freed herself...

The words offered to him in response was a knife to his heart. A desire to not lose the child one he understood all too well. The lose of family, of one's own blood, was more devastating than could be properly expressed. An experience he had gone through with his own mother and had nearly seen...

The large fae stared at her for a moment after she repeated for him what she had said before. He had indeed heard her correctly. She said she was pregnant. Another fae child growing towards birth into the world. A rare enough event given their numbers despite how promiscuous of a race they were...

The large fae just stood there looking down at his companion following how she placed her hand on her stomach then spoke her words to him. No thoughts processing in his brain. The man might as well be an actual moth trying to not be seen at the moment from as much activity as he seemed to have...