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Arthur Pendragon ([info]a_royal_prat) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2011-01-24 01:07:00

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Entry tags:!closed, arthur pendragon, guinevere pendragon

Who: Arthur (Open to Gwen)
What: a daddy/baby moment
When: late evening Sunday
Where: Apt #101C
Rating: Low and fuzzy
Status: (in?)complete


Her cheeks were the softest he'd ever felt. Arthur dragged his knuckle over her sweet lips, grinning when she suckled on it for a few seconds before he moved his hand away. He cradled her head as he lifted her from the cradle and she whined, smacking her lips before peering up at him. Her eyes were still dark, but they were blue, God they were the darkest of blues, but they were blue. Guinevere was asleep, or pretending to be in order to appease him so he wouldn't drag Merlin back into it and Arthur hadn't wasted a moment.

"Awake?" He grinned at her sleepy blink and nuzzled her nose with his own. "I'm very glad to see you tonight."

Arthur snagged the cloth hanging over the edge of the cradle and draped it over his shoulder. "Don't get any ideas," he warned. "Or I'll have to wake Guinevere and neither of us want that."

He brought her over to the window and elbowed back the curtain. The lamp lights bounced off the pond, wavering in the distance. Arthur pressed his forehead to the cool pane, watching the water move in the darkness.

"You're very lucky," he murmured, brushing a kiss over the top of her head. She fussed, squirming against him and he pulled back from the window, running a hand over her romper. "I swear you shall never know how much."



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[info]a_royal_prat
2011-01-26 10:59 pm UTC (link)
"No, perhaps you're right, but when would?"

He shook his head. Guinevere could fight him all she wished. He wouldn't drop the matter only because she found it distasteful. He found the idea of her becoming ill worse than her ire. She could stay angry at him, for all he cared, so long as it led to her sleeping better.

"She's never going to do wrong. Or she'll need more than a pout to save herself."

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[info]futurequeen
2011-01-26 11:12 pm UTC (link)
"I don't know. Once she's asleep."

It would do them good, if she was honest. As much as she didn't want him to know her thoughts and worries, she also didn't want something to make them grow apart. He helped her in the past with such things, various problems, and was quick to dash useless worries. Maybe that was all she needed, to actually speak to him.

"Oh come on, she already has you trapped."

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[info]a_royal_prat
2011-01-26 11:26 pm UTC (link)
"Not 'I don't know'." He began to lightly bounce Gail in his arms, taking his eyes off her to see Gwen's expression. "We will talk once she's back to sleep. Promise me."

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[info]futurequeen
2011-01-26 11:32 pm UTC (link)
Guinevere knew that tone, she didn't have to look up. There were moments were Arthur knew he was right, that she was being stupid and putting herself at risk. And he liked to remind her of that. He knew her better than anyone, really, and it was useless keeping it from him. He was her husband after all, if she could not discuss her fears with him then who could she go to? She looked up to him before kissing his cheek. A peace offering of sorts.

"I promise."

She kissed the corner of his mouth this time before turning her gaze back to Abigail. Smiling softly, she reached out to let her chew slightly on her finger. If she did not feed her daily she would find the sensation rather strange.

"You and your father are too alike. No matter how much I try to resist I can't say no to either of you."

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