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ace (pyro),
raven

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Ace is curled up in front of the fire after a long day out in the snow outside. She's stayed off the mountains (for now), not entirely sure what the unexpected snowy peaks are there for. However, Magic still loves chasing snowballs as much as she did last year, and the two of them wore themselves out thoroughly. So now Ace is warming up with a mug of cocoa and a heavy-bound book, and Magic is... somewhere. Probably trying to make off with someone's dinner.

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Not long after she sits down, perhaps, someone shoves a cookie in her mouth.

As it is chocolate chip and smells vaguely of both baked goods and clay, the culprit was probably Raven.

Is probably Raven, as well, since a second cookie follows hard on the heels of hte first.

"Mrrrf!" Ace complains, trying to fend off the second cookie while doing her best to not choke on the first. Having trickster brothers is hazardous to one's health.

Raven looks wounded.

"You are not hungry, perhaps?"

Woe.

"I am not," Ace protests indignatly as she swallows the cookie in her mouth, "One of those French geese y'can stuff with food all day! One of these days I'm goin' ta choke an' die, an' then won't you be sorry y'daft bird."

Raven looks at her solemnly.

"If you are choking, I will yank the cookie back out of your throat, yes? It is not so easy to die from that, I think."

Not with Raven around!

Raven blinks.

"Also I did not thinking stuffing was done in the mouth, yes?"

"No, I'll just die from your hand bein' rammed down m'trachea, is all." Ace snorts. "An' I was talkin' 'bout the geese for that nasty liver stuff y'spread on toast."

Raven blinks.

"Liver, I think, is not so spreadable. Though it is very slippery."

And tasty.

When eaten whole.

"... I've decided I do not want t'know how you know that. Ever. Even if I become weak later and decide t'ask. I just don't want t'know."

Eyeballs she can deal with.

And geckos.

Internal organs go squish.

Raven pats her shoulder.

"Likely you have not seen the cousins eating, perhaps."

"Likely I haven't! An' I don't care to either." Ace makes very clear.

Just in case.

Raven is odd, sometimes.

Often.

...

All the time.

Raven pats her again.

"Best, perhaps, to avoid wolves, then."

Ravens have a lot of dealings with wolves--and rarely the bad kind.

"Hahaha, very funny, featherbrain." Ace sulks, stealing the second cookie from him in retaliation.

Raven wrinkles his nose at her.

"It was, I think, not so much a joke."

Really.

"Yeah, but I am one. Or got the title, anyway." Ace points out logically.

Ace is a veritable zoo.

Raven beams.

"Then that, too, I think, is a thing that works very well."

He hugs her then.

Envelops is probably a better word.

If we're being strictly honest.

Or 'smothers'.

For a few moments, Ace is content with that. Huge hugs are good.

Then there is a problem with breathing.

And the fact that she can't.

"MRRRF!" She complains again, smacking him hard.

Raven pokes her in the side, then sits back.

A little.

She can probably breathe now, at least.

That's good, right?

Yeah.

She settles down after that, since breathing is what she was most worried about there. It's the little things in life you have to be careful of.

Now she's snuggling more than struggling. Hugs are good.

Raven leans against her, looking very comfortable.

"You have, perhaps, been busy of late?"

Ace grins up at him.

"Wash's come home."

Yeah, that'd be the very very happy grin.

Raven laughs at that, tugging Ace into another hug.

"I am very glad for that, I think. You have missed him, have you not?"

"Yeah, rather." Her voice is a bit muffled by his coat, but still intelligable. "Told him 'bout the muppets. S'very good t'hear him laugh."

Raven laughs quietly as well.

"And more than laugh, I am thinking. It is difficult to miss people."

"It is. Didn't know how much 'til comin' here." Ace agrees, snuggling close.

Raven did.

But he does not say that, just tucks her more tightly against his side, and wrinkles his nose.

"But he is back, so."

"He is an' it's brilliant." Ace declares cheerily. "I'm still not allowed t'rant at her Deathliness, but that's a'right, he's home."

Raven ruffles her hair.

"The ranting would not help much, I do not think. Also she might pout."

The pout of Death is a terrifying thing, perhaps.

"... Well, I'd enjoy it." Ace points out objectively. "He's got a little girl, he shouldn't have t'miss out on that."

"No."

Raven shrugs.

"But it is a thing that happens, so."

He hugs her again, anyway.

"This time, however, is different. So it is no bad thing."

"No, there's nothin' 'bout him bein' back that's a bad thing." Ace agrees, leaning against him comfortably.

"Good."

Raven leans back.

He has, perhaps, missed this Ace.

She is hurting so often, of late. It is . . . nice, and more than, to see it stop for a bit.

So.

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