WHO: Eliot Waugh & Ren Solo WHEN: Mid December WHERE: The Physical Cottage WHAT: Eliot and Ren painting the nursery. WARNINGS: Fluff
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Eliot had been sitting close to the wall, leg crossed under his other leg, pressing the paint roller to the surface in smooth upward strokes of the second coat of paint. With the final roll, he shifted, twisting back to rest the roller down in the tray. His gaze shifted towards Ren and he repositioned himself so he was lounging back against his elbow, with his head turned to look over his shoulder.
"I think you missed a spot," he chimed, the briefest hint of a smirk as he said so.
Ren's gaze turned to El for a moment, and then back to the wall as if to double check. When he didn't see anything, he turned back to Eliot, eyebrows raised. "I missed a spot, did I?"
"Mhm. There," he pointed in the direction of the wall, as if that was really going to make it clear which spot he was referencing, but the grin was still present. He knew damn well Ren hadn't missed a spot. "Probably is going to need another run over."
"You know who needs another run over?" Ren asked, lifting his paintbrush in the general direction of his husband. There was nothing on the wall, and furthermore, now that he'd focused his attention in on Eliot, he was certain of it, because there was that smirk, and generally… He sent the brush towards Eliot's face, the Force helping him to assist in a swash of yellow paint down Eliot's nose.
Eliot knew it was coming but he'd not move his arms to shield himself in time, so instead he rolled out on the carpet, turning his back temporarily towards Ren as he moved his arm up to wipe at his nose. Another moment later and he was rolling onto his stomach so he could push up with his knees, grabbing his roller as he did so. He came towards Ren with it held in hand, "That's how we're going to play?" He asked, grinning all the while.
Ren smirked, which turned into a full grin as El approached him while he stayed in position, knowing that he could end up looking like a modern art painting probably if Eliot was in that mood. "You're just waiting to put me in yellow and purple aren't you?"
"I have always maintained you'd look spectacular in a bright color palette," he responded, though didn't move in to bring the brush down across his husband. Instead, he leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips.
And as he did so, he brought the roller up to splotch across Ren's cheek. He grinned through the kiss.
The kiss Ren definitely wanted, the roller across the cheek less so, although it was expected, and he laughed despite himself, and with the laughter was a feeling of some relief, that whatever was going to happen with this baby and this room, they'd figure it out. They could laugh through some of it, and maybe the kid had a chance at turning out pretty decent. It wasn't just Ren involved after all - it was El and Fen too, and Fray as well. He pulled back, eyes dancing. "You could just buy me a shirt or something. Royal decree from the High King of Fillory, Ren will only wear bright colors."
"Oh? Is that all I've needed to do to get you into some color, Ren Solo?" He let his grip go of the roller, fingers idly tutting so it went back to rest in it's holder, while his other hand balled up some of Ren's shirt in his grip. He grinned.
"In that case, a pastel pink would do so nicely..."
Ren scoffed, but his eyes were warm. He so wasn't going to wear pink anywhere, but for Eliot he might consider it for certain circumstances. Unfortunately for El, pastel pink wasn't one of the colors they'd picked for the nursery. He used the Force to return his brush to the large paint pan, and instead brought both hands to settle on Eliot's hips. "I think I have paint on my fingers so I hope you don't mind if it gets on these trousers," he mused.
"I don't mind in the slightest. The twin, however, might," he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. He'd make his apologies for knicking his counterparts clothes in the future. For now, he was going to focus on being so close to his husbands orbit and the contentment that was this moment.
Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead to Ren's and exhaled. "I think we ought to steal a page out of Hogwarts book for the ceiling. Have a night sky depicted. What do you think?" It might clash slightly with the colors but Eliot figured if they did it right, it'd look like the roof had just opened up for the infant.
This garnered a light laugh and Ren pressed his forehead to Eliot's. "I should have known you would knick someone else's clothing for painting. I had nothing to do with this, I didn't encourage it, and when I found out you were wearing the twin's pants I told you that really you should wear your own," he smirked. "That was, for the record, me telling you that."
He pulled back enough to look into El's eyes, and then looked up as if to look at the ceiling. "I don't really know the Hogwarts thing, but I like the idea of a night sky." For a heartbeat he looked up as if trying to imagine it and then he added. "Maybe we could make it Chandrila's."
"Naturally," he'd breathed out in response, because it wasn't as though he was going to let his clothing be ruined. He'd make efforts to tidy it up with a few spells before his twin was ever the wiser. "It's been noted and I'll make sure he doesn't come at you thinking otherwise."
Eliot's opened his eyes and gazed up towards the ceiling as it was for the moment. A blank, white canvas for them to do as they pleased with. His hand uncrumpled the shirt and slid down to rest over top of Ren's, nodding his head. "We should," he agreed, quietly.
"There might be starcharts in... " Ren hesitated. But Rey would let him look probably, and his Dad might have them too. And he could remember the important pieces probably. He'd certain looked up at them enough. "In the Falcon," he tossed his head and his hair back, and he dropped his gaze back to Eliot. "I could ask Dad."
"Mm," he vocalized at the statement. He glanced back down from the ceiling to look at him. "Lucky for us the Falcon is here, then." He wondered if any of the other ships might have the charts. Surely a Tie Fighter would, wouldn't it?
But he suspected asking Anakin wasn't something to be done unless necessary. And it'd be better coming from Han. "He'll probably let us copy it if he does."
"I'll look into it," Ren let out his breath, content as much as was possible when he was still worried about doing this with a baby. It had been a challenge with Fray, but it had quickly become less of one because Fray was Fray. She was very nearly an adult - would have been considered one in many ways on his home worlds - and she could be talked to, and probably not messed up too much really. But a baby couldn't be talked to and he didn't know how to approach it at all. "If you have them, could you do the magic?" That was somewhat beyond Force abilities.
"The spell will be easy. It's illusion magic," he commented with a slight shrug of his shoulders. It wasn't his specialty but it wasn't as though he hadn't dabbled in other arenas. He idly ran his thumb back and forth against his hand. "The hard part will be getting it right. The chart will help."
"I think we can get it close enough," Ren smiled. "It doesn't have to be exact, after all. Just close enough, and I could maybe draw something too. I'll see, it's been a while since I've looked at a Chandrila sky." But it had been where he'd been when he'd been young, and dark dreams aside, it hadn't been the worst childhood always. "We'll figure it out." Which was as much for figuring out parenthood as it was for figuring out the sky.
"We will," he agreed. It was more the sentiment than anything else that was important. Eliot wanted to be able to have a piece of each of them in this room for the child. Shifting, he moved to sit by Ren's side.
"Do you feel like it is all so close now?" He asked, eyes moving around the partially painted walls.
Sometimes he had a tendency to react so strongly to just whatever emotion was on the surface level and for a longtime he'd had a lot of shame about that, but since meeting Eliot, it had been easier to name things, let them be. El didn't make him feel as if he had to be a certain way or think a certain way. "A little," he admitted, taking a breath in. "I know that we've been doing the parent thing, but this feels daunting," he worried his lower lip with his teeth thinking about the fact that he could feel the Baby very strongly in the Force.
"A teenager is a lot different," he commented, even though it didn't need stating. Fray had always been fairly self sufficient. When it came to her, it was largely trying to help her work through the ways of human life and her emotions regarding it. An infant was going to need them to teach them everything. He pulled in a breath.
While he had memories of Rupert, at times it felt so distant. He had a general idea of what he was doing, because he had before, but it was hazy. "I feel like we're running out of time." He hesitated for a moment before, "There's so much to do and decide and it's so close."
Ren nodded, and moved his hand so that one could cover Eliot's. He wished his mother or father was here to talk to. And he knew his father was, but he didn't have those memories, and couldn't help in that particular way. "We're doing alright with Fray though," he said quietly. Because he felt like generally they were. "And there's three of us. It'll be… we can do this."
He glanced to their hands and gave the lightest smile. "We are." He had concerns as far as Fray went and the largest of them was making sure she still felt loved and appreciated. She was still their daughter, after all. "I believe in us," he then offered, looking towards Ren.
Ren smiled, and after a beat leaned in to give Eliot a quick kiss, his gaze glancing over his husband's still painted face. "Maybe we should get the rest of this on the walls," he mused, with a smile.
El smiled through the kiss, before nodding in agreement to the declaration. "Yeah. You need to get that spot you missed, too," he responded with a smirk, before pushing himself up off the floor and holding out his hand to help Ren stand as well. "And when we're done? We can go looking for the pink shirt I'm going to royally decree you to wear."