RP:Wild Ride on a Date Night

Summary: Emilia sets up a wonderful date night for Irenic and herself, but things go awry when she thinks she might be dying!

Emilia and Irenic’s Home

Irenic and Emilia have been hard at work in the past couple months adding finishing touches to the house they luckily found in order to make it more like home. Next will be the barn in a few days, but he’s going to need some help from the locals to raise the frames up. He volunteers to do more of the heavy lifting type things in order to free Emilia up for more intricate details of the home; like decorating the kids’ rooms, furnishing the main part of the house since it’s an open floor plan and these things require a certain flow. Now that the wrap around deck is finally all together and stained, he is working on the stone foundation of a gazebo out back that is not far off from the fire ring. For a moment, Irenic takes a few steps back to gauge the size of how large the gazebo should be and hooks his thumbs in the tool belt around his waist. The setting sun looks beautiful against the backdrop of the rolling plains that is now their farmland and reflects delicately in the tiny sweat beads which are nestling in the crevices his muscles carve into his abdomen. His silver gaze takes in such a sight with a grin as he recalls Emilia’s plans for the farm and all the things she wishes to grow. Just the thought of her and her amazing ideals stir up such a strong feeling within his chest that he cannot believe his luck. Who knew that this type of life would be in his stars and he would have a hand in cultivating a farm?

Emilia had spent most of the day inside the home rearranging the furniture of the living room and dining room. In total she had changed the layout seven times today alone. It was not an easy task for the Genasi to put together a flowing series of rooms. One room done the healer would fix the second, then decided she was not a fan of how the two looked in unison next to each other with the open flooring of their new home. Starting over she would adjust the previous room to try to match up with the other. It was a repeat process, but as the sun began to set on the horizon the farmer had finally settled on an arrangement of furniture. Between bouts of debate on the layout of the home the farmer had been sneaking away on a separate mission when Irenic was either off fetching supplies or engrossed in his work. It was a surprise for him, which was hard to set up while he was there. Standing at the window that overlooked the expanse of yard where Irenic worked, Emilia nearly melted at the sight of him standing there looking out into the sunset, sweat beads glimmering in the falling light. Never in a million years did the Genasi plan on having a family unit again, nor did she ever imagine returning to her roots as a farmer since the change. It was heavenly bliss watching both written off dreams turning into reality before her. From the room she grabbed a piece of long black fabric and tucked it into her back pocket, it was needed for the surprise, before going to grab a snack kabob from the tray on the counter. The food on the stick was an odd mix of fried cucumber, squash crisps, pineapple, dark chocolate squares, and bacon. Munching on the strange mixture of stick foods the Genasi wandered out to join Irenic in the yard. “Hey Love. You really have outdone yourself on the porch,” she said with a bright smile before taking another bite from the kabob.

Irenic pushes the hair on the top of his head back as he’s called and grins over his shoulder at her in a mischievous way. They’ve grown even closer since building this home together in many blissful ways and maybe, just maybe, that’s what his little mischievous grin implies, but that’s only for Emilia to know and no one else to find out, “I’m just glad you like it, now you can run laps around the house on the porch or whatever.” Letting out a short chuckle, obviously that’s not what a wrap around porch is for, but the thought makes for a funny image. As he comes closer, he ponders while glancing up to where Lynn’s bedroom window is, “do you think Lynn would like a balcony?” Now that the porch wraps all the way around, it opens up the second story for more opportunities. Then he lofts a brow at what Emilia is actually holding in the form of a kabob in her hand, “short-stack… what IS that?” The expression on his face is either disgust or intrigue and after a pause, he holds out his hand, “let me try.” His grin slowly returns as he steps up into the backside of the porch with her and looks down at this woman. This quirky, clumsy and all around inspiring woman that he’s just so madly in love with; thus showing on his face every time he gets the privilege of looking upon her.

Emilia turned to glance up toward the room that Lynn had proclaimed at her own on the upper floor. The woman was silent for a moment as she pondered the thought of what it would look like to add a small balcony to the house. Finally, “I think she would love that entirely. Perhaps we should add a pull-down ladder for access to the roof from there? I know she likes to read in the moonlight. I am sure sitting up there would be just as intriguing to her.” Turning her gaze back from the window with a raised brow, “What is what?” she asked before he answered by asking to try what she was snacking on. Handing over the kabob she shrugged, “It is a snack? You got some pineapple, fried cucumber, squash chips, dark chocolate, and bacon! All in one snack to go.” On any normal setting day the foods on the stick would not be something that Emilia ate. In fact, none of them are foods that the Genasi has ever been seen eating before. Dark chocolate on occasion with a dessert maybe. Fresh squash and fresh cucumber, yes, but never cooked. As the explanation of her treat comes to a finish the pair have reached the backside to their porch. The icy eyes of the woman staring up into his silvery ones, waiting to see his reaction to the oddity. Even just looking at him for a food reaction the pure happiness she had with him shined through, as if nothing else in the world mattered but him in those moments. “What do you think?” she asked softly.

Irenic inspects the snack with curiosity because those things don’t seem to go together, but he’d try anything once! He catches the way she’s looking at him, though, “you better stop looking at me like that, Lia.” He states playfully before taking a bite of the kabob and he makes a weirded out face as he chews, but then it quickly shifts to enjoyment. “Hmm. Interesting… I like it,” but then it dawns on him, “wait. When did you start eating cooked foods?” For a moment there is concern, “are you feeling okay?”

Emilia started to giggle at the face that Irenic made when he first tried the mixture of foods. The giggle turned into a full-hearted laugh to the point that it caused the small woman to snort. Which turned into her face turned a hit of purple in embarrassment at the sound, even as she covered her mouth and nose with her hand. It took Em a few moments of deep breaths to contain her giggling fit in order to answer his question. Clearing her throat as she wiped away some laughing tears from the corner of her eyes she replied, “Oh, I don’t know? Sometime last week I had an odd craving for some fried cucumbers in a spicy pepper sauce.” The answer of adding not just cooked food, but spicy cooked foods came with a shrug of her shoulders as if it was no big deal. “I am fine, promise,” she acknowledged with a big smile over her frosted lips, “But, I do have something I would like to show you…if you are up for it?”

Irenic chuckles as well whenever she laughs like this, he just loves it and before she could cover her mouth with her hand, he places a quick passionate smooch on her blue lips. “That’s such an adorable laugh,” he always feels so flattered somehow when he can achieve that sort of laugh from her. “Spicy foods? Heck yeah,” Irenic has found a new love for spicy foods since his rebirth in fire. Before he can wonder if he is a fault for her newfound love of spicy food and how odd that might be, he is distracted with something she wants to show him. One hand still holding the kabob, the other swiftly takes off his toolbelt and he drapes it over the wood railing of the porch. Deciding to keep this kabob, he noms off another bite and takes Emilia’s hand in his other, “always! lead the way, gorgeous,” he’d follow her anywhere.

Emilia shook her head softly sending curls falling into her face as he called her laugh adorable. It sounded silly to her, especially when she snorted in the middle of laughing. “You have to wear this, first!” she said pulled out the black cloth she had in her back pocket. It was one of his black ties, but the genasi was going to use it as an option for a blindfold over his eyes. Only once she had his eyes covered in the dark fabric, and sure he couldn’t see where she was taking him did Em grab her lover’s hand. “This way,” she said softly guiding him along the outside of the house just beyond their porch. The small lady walked close to him so that she was neither pulling nor pushing him along. If anything, she was slowing him down with her short steps compared to his natural longer strides. Eventually, she had led him in two circles around the house if only to throw him off the intended destination and was stopping at a place near the right side of the home. The ground would give a small shift under their feet as it is opening up to reveal a hidden staircase leading down into the ground. “Alright, step down. There are thirteen steps.” Proceeding she would repeat the word ‘step’ at each one as they descended down below the surface. The shifting of the ground above head followed once they cleared the stairs. Reaching the bottom the Genasi told him, “Duck down.” Granted ducking for Emilia was totally different level than Irenic’s definition of ducking. If he hit his head, which he most likely would with a common duck, it would be smuck against semi-hard dirt. “Sorry,” she would whisper, making a cringe face that he couldn’t see, “You can unblind now.” When he did he would find himself in an underground room that was rough looking, freshly carved out. The walls were lined with glowing stones to provide lighting. In the center of the floor a mass pile of cushions and blankets into a cross between a sitting spot and a ground bed. A small table to the side of the room had two plates of dinner that consisted of all cooked foods; steak, fresh green beans, potatoes, gravy, bread, and glasses for wine.

Irenic grins in that mischievous way again as a slight tease to her, but lets go of her hand and balances the kabob in his mouth while he ties the blindfold. Once he’s got Emilia’s hand again, he pulls her close so she’s under his arm and allows her small steps to lead them in a meandering fashion to her secret get away. “Wow, we are really going on an adventure,” he jests between kabob bites and when the last bit is eaten, he tosses the thin wood spear off to the side. As he feels the earth shuddering under his feet by her powers, he grins again because she’s always amazing him. He counts the steps as he descends and then he hears the earth moving above them. Even though avians are not a fan of being underground, he has so much trust in Emilia, that it actually feels comfortable because she made it. “What’s that smell? Oh, it smells amazing,” he felt his stomach rumble and his mouth began salivating just as she instructed him to duck. “I’ve never had duck befor-oumph!” He runs smack dab into the low hanging earth wall and he chuckles after letting a few expletives slip. Once he removes the blindfold off and takes in the awe inspiring sights of what Emilia has made and done for him, he whispers out, “wooow.” That silver gaze looks down at her as a genuine smile cracks over his whole face, “what’s all this?”

Emilia does take a moment of mental note to adjust the duck point later on to accommodate the taller height of Irenic. Somewhere in the process she had miscalculated the project between trips inside to arrange the living room or the dining room. In fact, she would later draw a line where the impression of his forehead was as a reminder mark to where she needed to adjust it too. Looking around the room the Genasi gave a small shrug, “Just a nice little space away from the world for dinner. You have been working so hard around the house both inside and out while managing time with me and the children. I wanted to spoil you for your efforts. I am not the best cook out there, but I followed a cookbook, so…hopefully it turned out alright. But that isn’t all!” She would place a quick kiss to his cheek before quickly darting across the small space. Soon the ceiling above began to shift away, however no dirt fell in atop of them as a layer of ice formed where the opening was. A window to the world above the little makeshift bed with a layer of thick clear ice. The stars looked different somehow when spotting them from below the dirt. With a giggle she flopped backwards into the cushioning pillows and blankets while pointing up, “I know they are the same stars, but from down here it almost seems like a new set of stars in the sky.” Giddy about the simple world above the Genasi rolled to her side, propping her head up with her hand as she smiled a glowing smile at him, “…if you don’t like it…we can just have dinner at the house.”

Irenic fully looks at their plates again, “well, it looks delicious. I’m sure it’s going to taste as good as it smells,” he starts reassuring her, but once she opens up the makeshift ceiling to reveal the night sky, his jaw drops some. “That’s astounding,” he mumbles out before lowering down onto the cushions with her and laying on his back so he can view the stars as she is. “Our very own night sky, yeah.” Then he scoffs with a soft chuckle, “are you kidding me? This is perfect, unexpected and very sweet.” He turns his head, looking up at her since she’s propped up on her elbow next to him now, “I love it, thank you.” With the caress of his hand along her jawline, he guides her to inch closer and closer until their lips connect in a soft sensual kiss. His fingers nestle into the roots of the hair at the nape of her head and as the kiss lingers on, he deepens the kiss. When that lip lock breaks, he plants a quick one before his eyes open back up to look far off into her eyes, “I love you, Emilia.”

Emilia smiled from ear to ear to hear that he loved her unexpected surprise for him. Not everyone enjoyed being under the ground, but they were not trapped here. She had thought about trying to find a suitable date for them above ground. Nothing in her mind could put together a date in the air with a meal involved. What if something dropped and accidentally killed someone down below? Death by falling food. Lips locked against his, the Genasi closed her eyes, savoring the moment. If there was anything in this lifetime that she could never get tired of and never have enough of it was his kisses. Pulling back when the kiss ended the farmer replied, “I love you too, Irenic.” As their kiss was ending the gentle pitter patter of rain against the ice ceiling could be heard. A gentle rain that did not take away the sight of the night sky from the couple. Sitting up the petite woman looked slightly pudgy, a faint added weight to her stomach over sickly thin. It could be the pillows or the dim light of the cavern or possibly a healthy genasi from the happiness that had taken over her life. Pointing to the meal with a thumb over her shoulder, “Hungry?” she asked softly.

Irenic allows his gaze to linger over his lover for a secret moment while she’s distracted by the rain drizzling on the ice ceiling. He’s always been able to see her beauty from within manifesting to her physical being and no matter what she chooses to look like, shaved hair with dreadlocks, natural curly hair, scars, tattoos, lithe body, or putting on a few extra pounds; she’s effortlessly gorgeous to him because -yeah, she's a stone cold fox, but she is so much more than her good looks. Nearly forgetting how hungry he is, when she points out the meal awaiting them again, he sort of blinks out of his love daze and nods just as his stomach emits an audible rumble, "I second that." Grinning while he sits up, planting a soft kiss on her neck as he does and making his way to sit before his meal. Once she joins him, he fills the two wine goblets with the wine she chose and begins eating whenever she gets settled, but as soon as he takes the first bite, he lets out a pleased hum, "mmm, this -is- delicious. Thank you," he softly offers before picking up the pace of his eating. "What's for desert," he asks between bites after he'd glanced around and gives a close lipped grin while chewing.

Emilia while staring at the droplets of rain falling on the ice sported a look of amazement most resembled a child enjoying the fascination of life and of nature. She was lost in the sky above again when Irenic stood to find way over to their meal for the evening. Joining him at the table the Genasi couldn’t help the proud smile that fell on frosted lips at his compliment to her cooking. It had been years since she last properly cooked a meal and even then the farmer never claimed to be a good cook, however she would brag a smidgeon on her baking skills back then. Dessert? She knew she was forgetting something. A mouth half full of meat with the fork held between her lips as she ever so slowly removed the utensil from her lips. She glanced around while chewing before glancing back to him. It was a polite moment of slow chewing before swallowing as she stalled to come up with an answer to the question. Before speaking again she lifted the glass of wine to her lips taking a small drink. Finally, “I totally forgot about dessert….I am sorry. I think there might be some left over apple pie in the kitchen. I can make a quick trip to the house and see what we have if you would like.” Idly she swirled the wine in her cup, watching the liquid turn and spin before her without making eye contact with him. How silly she felt now having managed this surprise for him and forgetting part of it.

Irenic continues eating with his utensil in one hand and his other wraps around her, cups one hand under where her thigh meets her rump and pulls the Genasi close to him. Between bites, he playfully insinuates, "you're sweet enough, short-stack, we'll figure something out." With that charming grin aimed down at her, he flashes her a wink right before taking a generous sip of his wine. After wiping his mouth with the napkin, he places a soft kiss on her forehead right before her hairline. He was only teasing, as usual, but now that they are a couple it doesn't happen nearly as often in a good way. "Don't you dare go anywhere," with his arm still around her, he gives a soft squeeze of reassurance and soon enough, his plate is cleared. He'd been so hungry, he didn't even realize and as he waits for her to finish, he sips on his wine while asking, "what part of our new home are you most excited about, Lia?"

Emilia flushed a hue of a soft blue across her silver flecked cheeks after his comment. Since becoming a couple his teases were sometimes met with the old retorts while others managed to catch her off guard and turn her face different colors. Clearing her throat after a short silence, “Well, I surmise the sky would enjoy the show.” She winked back at him while taking a slow sip of the wine. Shortly after he had finished his plate she finished hers. A giggle left her lips as she sat her fork down on the plate, “I totally forgot just how long it takes to chew meat!” A hand fell to rest on her definitely sticking out stomach before rubbing circles over it, full from a good meal. Then her gaze fell to staring up at him while contemplating the answer for his question. “Would it be weird of me to say that I am most excited about the barn that is going up? Or does that count for the whole plot of land we own excitement? There really is nothing like the smell of fresh hay, cow's milk, and dirt first thing in the morning.” Her smile beamed ear to ear just reminiscing about early mornings before the sun is up milking a cow while watching the sunrise. The geansi has the heart of a down to earth woman, even if the element that claimed her was ice. Shaking away the thoughts though smiling still she then added, “If I am to stick to the house part of the home then I am most excited for having it full of the loves of my life all together under one roof together. How about you?”

Irenic makes his way back over to the comfortable pillows so he may gaze up at the night sky and watch the world go by from the protection of their little date night hovel underground. Motioning her to lay with him so their stomachs can sort of make room for all the food they just ate, but mostly because he always looks for any excuse to make physical contact with her. Where he is from, those that love each other show it often through touch and before the death of his father, that's one of the many great qualities of his mother and father's relationship. If his father had lived, he would have one of those fairytale childhoods that stemmed from a healthy parental relationship, even if they were poor - at least they had each other. "I'm excited to learn about farm life from you. The orphanage I grew up in sent us away for factory work during the day, of which we made no coin from, but some of the boys that could wind up there would talk of like on the farm. I am sure those farms might differ on Island Vere, having wings and all." Before he answers her question, his cheeks fill with a hint of color as his grin widens, "'loves of your life'?" He quotes her, "am I included in that sentiment, Lia?" Yes, they've said 'I love you' to one another, but claiming someone 'love of my life' is another step and of course it's another step he welcomes. "I'd say I am excited about the office turned library. Adding some more shelving on the wall, a library ladder, and since there is the added room of the porch I was going to ask a local glass maker if it's possible to make a sunroom attachment." As she lays with him, his hands idly play in her thick curls, "but I am most excited to see the kids and their expressions when we finally bring them home. I think they are going to love it."

Emilia crawled down over the pillows and blankets to join Irenic in the plush comfort. She curled up against his side, resting her head lightly on his chest as she glanced between staring up into the night and stealing looks at him. It was a growing comfort to be in his arms, to feel his touch, to simply be close to him. The pair hit the nail on the head when it came to being opposites of one another. Physical contact growing up for her was usually a beating for punishment, not something one longed for. Recently, physical contact with others was limited and brief, if any, due to her unnatural chill. Irenic was changing that with every little touch, every hug, each cuddle, and those moments behind closed doors she thought were lost to her forever. His heat was the perfect opposite to complete the frozen woman. “I would love nothing more than to show you the world of farming. For the longest time I found the best company in farm animals. They don’t go out of their way to hurt you like people do. The sounds of the orphanage sound unique, but better than some worse places I can imagine.” Imagine or live through what she did not say. Her scars of the past were worn on her back, more openly since Irenic’s presence in her daily life. Fluttering her lashes as he questioned her answer catching her more off guard than it probably did him. It so effortlessly left her mouth that she didn’t fully realize what she had said until he questioned it. Another blush flourished over her cheeks, “Yes, I would count you in that, if that is okay with you.” Then she listened to his excitement over the library that would be in place and knew full well she would be able to find both him and Lynn in that room frequently. Smiling more she nodded in agreement, “Yes, I believe they will be over the moon excited once we bring them home to the finished house. Thanks for caring for them as if they are your own…even though you only recently learned about them and even more recently meet them.”

Irenic reaches his other hand across his chest to gently caress his thumb across her jawline as his right hand continues to gently massage his fingertips along her scalp, "yes. My time there was informative, being exploited for free child labor and cursed by the mark of my ancestor's original beast." Birdman days were not a fun time with the sprouting of his wings every night and turning into an actual humanoid bird thing. "It was so long ago now though, it does feel like a different lifetime entirely, but during my time, I did find comfort in books and the ability they had to help me escape or enhance my intelligence in order to better my station." More like lie, cheat and kenive his way through society. His gaze locks down to her own as he replies in complete honesty, "of course it's okay. I do believe in twin flames and that we reflect that very ideology, thus making you the love of my life - every life." With another charming smile, he moves on to the subject of her kids, "I know I've not said much about my parents beyond their fates, but my father really was a stand up guy while being devoted in both of his roles as a father and a husband. No matter how much of a fit I would throw sometimes, he would have this endless well of patience with me and looking back on it now, I am surprised he was even able to." A soft chuckle comes from the avian as he continues, "my life has been filled with seeking justice and revenge for my parents, but I lost sight of many lessons they showed me along the way and if I try to be only a sliver of the type of man my father was, then I will be happy. Your kids are also quite extraordinary on their own and I cannot wait to be able to witness the type of young adults they become."

Emilia nuzzled her head into his hand as his fingers massaged against her scalp. She loved the feeling of his hands in her hair or well her hair played with in general. It was an odd concept for some since her curls were almost always wild and in desperate need of a brushing. “Twin flames, huh?” she said with a wink when he brought it up. The wink turned into a soft smile as she whispered, ‘I love you', to him once he was finished on the subject. It was with a push up off the ground and a roll that the genasi went from cuddling into his side to sitting on him with her legs straddling him, though her rear sat on his belly more so than his hips. Her hands fell to resting on either side of his head while she gazed down at him, those long messy curls falling like a curtain around his head. Those icy blue eyes gazing down into the depths of his silver ones, “Irenic, I know that you are not the man your father is or was, that in your previous body on this place that you deviated different paths that are ones that would not have been choice if your family didn’t fall apart the way it did, but that doesn’t mean that this time around that you have to make those same choices or take those paths. Life, for whatever reason, gave you a second chance to live that life you wished you could have lived to make your father proud. You always have been a caring soul beneath the surface, especially to those souls of children. I never met your father, unless you count the most brief ghost visit from Lynn, but I believe you already are a sliver of the man you describe and that you will find out you are more like him than you even know. The kids will be blessed to have you in their life helping them grow into their own unique individual people. I am just sorry that I cannot give you the gift of being a father to your own littles.” For whatever reason now silent tears had slipped free and were rolling down the genasi's cheeks. She had no reason to cry, but it seems recently her tear ducts wanted to prove that they were functioning well.

Irenic rests his hands on her hips when she rolls over to her new position and stares comfortably right back up into those icy hues. As her hair falls to either side of his face, he takes in a slow breath of the aroma her curly locks give off which reminds him of fresh snowfall and how crisp the air smells. He of course only smells like her favorite scent, which is the earth they are surrounded by. His brow knits together as he gulps hard at her compliments for she's struck a chord with him and he truly is flattered, but before he could thank her kind words and give her a loving kiss, she's apologizing with tears streaming down her face. His hands raise up to cup her cheeks, practically grasping the entire sides of her head in his large hands compared to her petiteness, "Lia," his gruff timbre lowers in a near whisper while his thumbs gently wipe away her tears. "I do wish you could, but my love for you spans lifetimes and family doesn't fall under one strict description. You are my family. Lynn, Liam and Leo are my family, too... even if they haven't quite accepted me yet." He gently pulls her down to him to lay fully against him now so he can feel both of her heartbeats against his one and allows her to slip her arms around the back of his neck. This way he can rub her back and gently place kisses along her cheek to her ear before whispering a, "sh, sh, sh." Once he can get her back from the brink of tears, he softly adds, "there is always adoption, I don't care how long we would have to wait if that is something you're willing to try, but you are my family, first and foremost." Of course, any orphanage won't even look over a couple's application unless they are married, but they will cross that bridge when they come to it.

Emilia went from silent random tears of an unknown cause to free falling ones that were from frustration that she was crying in the first place. The genasi was just a wreck of crying as he held her against his chest. It took a few moments before Emilia had finally stopped crying because she was crying. All the while that she sobbed into his chest she listened to his calming voice as he explained that she was his family along with the children she already had. He also mentioned adoption which she was more than fine with though she was not sure how they would manage that if they were not a married couple, but they had all the time in their lives to figure that one out. It was not their first, and most likely not their last conversation they would have on the subject of children. Yet, still she held onto the fact she couldn’t, in this lifetime, give him the greatest gift to him. A blip she knew he would always never hold against her. Snuggled on his chest she laid there in silence for awhile, just listening to his beating heart. “I think I am broken,” she finally said after a sniffle, “all week I keep crying over absolutely nothing or crying because I am crying for no reason. Liam called me fluffy the other day when I visited the academy. And I cannot get enough pickles and chocolate in my diet as of yesterday. I don’t like pickles much and I definitely do not like chocolate. What is wrong with me?” most of her words were hardly above a whisper, but the quiver in her voice gave away she was on the verge of crying again.

Irenic continues to massage her back with one hand and the other is just wrapped around her tight in a comforting fashion. How did he not know she had been crying?! Guilt swells in him. As an avian and an orphan, he's never really been around pregnant women much, but the sudden shift in mood and appetite is unusual. He kisses her forehead again in attempts to nonchalantly gauge her temperature, but then he realizes how dumb that was, given that she's an ice genasi and the last time he thought there was something wrong with her, she was encased in a huge ice cube. "I think he meant your hair since you took the dreadlocks out," he tries to justify the term because, sure, Emilia has gained a tiny tummy, but nothing noticeable in his opinion. Then it dawns on him. "Hey... Lia?" He begins gently, "do you happen to remember how your pregnancy went with the triplets?" It was really a long shot, but what she's describing is the only thing he can think of and he vaguely remembers colleagues of his in the royal guard complaining about their wives when they were with child. "I'm just curious," still trying to play it off and not get his hopes up because even though those women went through so many changes, they all looked so jubilant to be with child; so maybe he will at least get Emilia to remember some highlights from being pregnant before.

Emilia was back to crying again the moment he asked her such a question about the pregnancy with the triplets. What did that have to do with anything other than it would never happen again? She was a frozen thing. Life does not grow in the cold. No, the cold takes lives. It was the opposite. Without much warning the Genasi sat upright, without getting off him. She was staring down at him with messy curls, red eyes from crying, a nose mostly stuffed up now so her voice was all a mix of that weird plugged nose tone with the crying mixed in, “What kind of question is that? Really?!” It was hard to tell if she was angry or what something else. “I don’t remember all that much of it. I was slowly turning into a frozen monster throughout the pregnancy!” Her voice was indeed raised now laced with a harsh tone she had never used with him before. However, the angry crying quickly turned into apologetic sobs after Emilia realized she yelled at him. “I am sorry,” she sobbed, “I didn’t mean to yell at you. It wasn’t a real highlighting moment of my life. Lynn was born dead, but brought back my Leon. Then the ice fully took over and was beyond out of control. Liam almost lost a wing because I touched him. I went wildly mental and managed a fight with Hildegard which got me banned from Frostmaw for while. Then a whole slew of unfortunate events followed before Xersom left the land with the triplets as small ones for their safety from me.” Her words came through sobs. Tear soaked cheers, red eyes, and snot finally leaking from her nose. Emilia was not a pretty crier at all. “I am sorry I ruined the date night,” another apology before she added, “I am going to visit Penelope soon. Maybe she tell me what is broken and when to plan the funeral.” Clearly, the Genasi’s thought process was fogged up and along the lines she was dying.

Irenic looks up at her with concern as he takes a kerchief from his pocket that he'd used earlier in the day to dab his sweat, but it's dry now and all she would smell from his sweat is her favorite scent. Instead of handing it to her, he gently caresses the hair away from her face and helps clean up the mess on her face without hesitation. His abdomen tenses under her as he sits up, thus causing her to slide down to his hips and then he wraps both of his arms around her while resting his chin on her thick curly hair atop her head. "You didn't ruin anything, my short-stack. I'm here for you no matter what and there is no way I'm letting you go by yourself. I'm your rock. Your stickly, feathery, rock." His limbs nearly swallow her up in the hug since she's so small compared to a six foot eight avian. "We'll figure it all out," he says softly before sliding his hands through her hair and planting loving kisses on her forehead, then her temples, down to her cheeks and finally on her lips if she will allow it.

Emilia’s tears turned into soft laughter as he cleaned her face up as if she was a crying child. He would definitely make a wonderful dad to any child in his life. The tears had faded into giggles as the emotional rollercoaster she was on shifted again. Not that anyone could see the pair underground, but if they could it would almost certainly look like he was holding tightly onto a pile of hay or an overly hairy sheep. Her small body easily melding into his with all the wild curls sticking out. “You are most indeed my rock, if only the silliest looking rock one could imagine. More like a towering Boulder covered in feathers of fire. My favorite boulder-rock and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I think you will like Penelope if you haven’t already met her. She is the second in command of the Guild. I trust her with my life.” The smile had fallen back on her frosty lips as he kissed her forehead. With a calmed sigh she pressed her lips back against his as her arms laced around his neck. She held onto him, the kiss, and this moment for as long as he would let the kiss last.