ss bishop mingle

[arcanepower]

Who: Anyone who wants to come!
Broadcast: If you want to.
Action: SS Bishop and anyone present.
When: April 2nd through the 15th, if you'd like! A little fudging with dates is allowed.

[We're not going to talk about tripping balls on April Fools or the inevitable hallucinogenic hangover. Let's talk about... uh... Tadashi's love life. Or someone's choice in fairy lights. Or the fact that there are still freaking ostrich bobbleheads hidden in places around the ship, months later.]

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[hymnals]

[Adra sets his hand, especially warm now from the recent spell casting, against the back of Bel's head.]

Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.

[arcanepower]

[-- That's really nice, and he can't help the way his eyelids droop a bit. It reminds him of Caspa, suddenly, and he clings tighter.]

... All right. I trust you.

[Just two elves hugging in the kitchen, no big deal.]

I, um. I don't know what to call you anymore.

[hymnals]

[Lightly.]

Oh, I have many names. My wife never calls me anything but 'magister', usually. People on the street tend to prefer 'jackass'. My daughter just says 'tart', but she usually just means the pastry.

[He smooths down Bel's hair.]

You can try 'Adrasteius,' if you like. Or 'Adra'. Or 'that guy'.

[arcanepower]

[That bit about the tart makes him snort-laugh, much to his dismay. He pinkens and covers his mouth. He is a super serious young man! He cannot snortlaugh!

This is a very nice hug though, and he's feeling more and more like he's home.

It feels weird to call Adra any of those names, but he doesn't want to whip out the 'father' card when Adra doesn't remember. They hadn't actually gotten to that point yet, before, but Belth had considered it.]

Adra.

[A pause.]

I don't really care what you call me. I was always told that Belthazar is a mature name, so I tried to make it suit me. If only I would grow faster--

[hymnals]

You'll get there, Bel.

[Gentle squeeze.]

Trust me, the future always comes on more quickly than you think. Give it a few years and you'll probably be taller than me.

[His ears twitch.]

Not exactly a feat, mind you, but.

[arcanepower]

I am so very tired of puberty. [He says it with distaste, like a kid who doesn't like asparagus.] I want to be taller already. It has been years!

[He huffs a bit, but he settles down, as always.]

... Thank you.