A Recipe for Family [Hearth’s Day][Private]
Feb 3, 2023 9:05:28 GMT -5
Post by Morrigan Moonweaver on Feb 3, 2023 9:05:28 GMT -5
In their excitement, Morrigan had purchased a rather expensive bottle of wine for this occasion. They’d be lying if they said they weren’t waiting for an invitation like this for weeks now - ever since Kvasir had first told Morrigan about the Desert Rose and brought up the idea of a housewarming party, they’d waited for an invitation to grace his home with their presence. Oh, they’d visited, of course, but nothing formal yet. Morrigan was beginning to think that Kvasir had no plans to throw one himself, until the invitation arrived detailing plans for a dinner and a trip to Eclipse City, his hometown, to spend the holiday together.
For Hearth’s Day.
The significance of the holiday was not lost on Morrigan. It was honestly one of their favorite days of the year, for all the love and adoration that they received. But the chance to spend that day with Kvasir was too good to pass up. Especially considering Morrigan was all-too-keenly aware of his feelings for another, a man who he could not see, and understood why he might be desperate to fill his days with the noise and chatter of a friend to distract himself from the heartbreak. Morrigan could do that! Loud, obnoxious, and distracting were their middle names. If Kvasir wanted to take his mind off of Mehr, then Morrigan would be more than happy to provide an evening of enjoyment. They’d brought drinks, enchanted chocolates from a dubious seller in the oasis, and… another gift tucked away in their pocket that had seemed like a good idea at the time, but would never see the light of day.
It was going to be perfect!
They knocked on the door when they arrived - merely a formality, considering they’d been in this house plenty of times before and felt fully confident letting themselves in - but they still flashed Kvasir a smile and held up the wine bottle for him to see. “My dearest medic, how wonderful to see you! Please accept this humble offering of wine to christen your new, lovely home.” They held it out for Kvasir to take before allowing themselves inside.
“Oh, I know I said this last I was here, but this place is simply wonderful.” They complimented, eyes sparkling as they took everything in as if they were seeing everything for the first time. “Your eye for aesthetics is simply unparalleled.” They turned their attention to him, an amused smirk tugging at their lips. “I wonder if the dining room looks as lovely as everything else. Let‘s go check, shall we?”
They didn’t wait for Kvasir’s invitation before prancing into the dining hall, only to stop when they realized there was someone already at the table -
Oh, gods.
That was another kid.
How the hell did this somehow keep happening?
The kid, a tiefling muck like Morrigan themselves, glanced up when Morrigan entered, prompting them to flash a strained smile and wave just as Kvasir rounded the corner. Their voice was low as they leaned over, as close as they could to Kvasir’s face given the substantial height difference, and whispered, “Um. Kvasir Sigurros… why is there a child at the table?”
For Hearth’s Day.
The significance of the holiday was not lost on Morrigan. It was honestly one of their favorite days of the year, for all the love and adoration that they received. But the chance to spend that day with Kvasir was too good to pass up. Especially considering Morrigan was all-too-keenly aware of his feelings for another, a man who he could not see, and understood why he might be desperate to fill his days with the noise and chatter of a friend to distract himself from the heartbreak. Morrigan could do that! Loud, obnoxious, and distracting were their middle names. If Kvasir wanted to take his mind off of Mehr, then Morrigan would be more than happy to provide an evening of enjoyment. They’d brought drinks, enchanted chocolates from a dubious seller in the oasis, and… another gift tucked away in their pocket that had seemed like a good idea at the time, but would never see the light of day.
It was going to be perfect!
They knocked on the door when they arrived - merely a formality, considering they’d been in this house plenty of times before and felt fully confident letting themselves in - but they still flashed Kvasir a smile and held up the wine bottle for him to see. “My dearest medic, how wonderful to see you! Please accept this humble offering of wine to christen your new, lovely home.” They held it out for Kvasir to take before allowing themselves inside.
“Oh, I know I said this last I was here, but this place is simply wonderful.” They complimented, eyes sparkling as they took everything in as if they were seeing everything for the first time. “Your eye for aesthetics is simply unparalleled.” They turned their attention to him, an amused smirk tugging at their lips. “I wonder if the dining room looks as lovely as everything else. Let‘s go check, shall we?”
They didn’t wait for Kvasir’s invitation before prancing into the dining hall, only to stop when they realized there was someone already at the table -
Oh, gods.
That was another kid.
How the hell did this somehow keep happening?
The kid, a tiefling muck like Morrigan themselves, glanced up when Morrigan entered, prompting them to flash a strained smile and wave just as Kvasir rounded the corner. Their voice was low as they leaned over, as close as they could to Kvasir’s face given the substantial height difference, and whispered, “Um. Kvasir Sigurros… why is there a child at the table?”