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tisnotthehouse ([personal profile] tisnotthehouse) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2024-04-30 08:50 pm

Come rather, thou good weather

Who: Tarantulas ([personal profile] tisnotthehouse)

What: Top-level for the month of May
When: After the island returns at the end of Land Ho!
Where: All around Marrow Island
Warning(s): Suicide (as a pragmatic response to a painful curse); more TBD
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[personal profile] arcanegrasp 2024-06-29 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Dawn's look is shared right back to her, Elias observing her with interest that he can't even begin to dial back. His fascination turns amused and fond as small hands reach for his face, and though not remotely offended, he does lean back, just a bit.

"You know, the first and last time I'd ever stayed clean-shaven for any point of time was to avoid that very thing. They just can't help themselves, but I suppose it does look a bit silly when you've never seen one, doesn't it?" He chuckles, and, instead, offers a hand, letting it linger in the middle distance as a grabbing buffer to spare his beard. "You weren't kidding about her growing quickly though, goodness. If I didn't know any better, I'd assume she was coming up on a second birthday soon."

Elias takes a quiet moment, and for the first time since he'd walked in, he truly scrutinizes Tarantulas. When he speaks up, he foregoes concern about being blunt or rude for the sake of concern; he imagines Tarantulas, of all people, will understand.

"How has the adjustment to parenthood been? If you ever need help, you know you're well within your rights to reach out. It takes a village, as they say." A beat. "Not to say that I'm not sure you're doing just fine, but you're looking... a bit worn out, is all."