Dearest citizens of Whitestone and beyond,
Lord @PFVMKdeRolo and I would like to express our sincerest appreciation to everyone who took time out of their day to celebrate his birthday this week. We are truly so lucky to be surrounded by so much love from you all.
This week has passed more quietly and painlessly than it has in three decades.
He's back. He's home. He's safe.
He's probably still out flaunting those fucking wings of his.
//happy week of your birthday, @MatronsChamp 🐦⬛
@MatronsChamp Hey, that's *Lady* Stubby in the walls of this city.
*Finally the wink, there it is. The smile surfaces. For a second, it's like he never left.*
Love *you*, Brother.
@MatronsChamp
Are you available and unaccounted for this evening? I know you've become quite the busy and popular man these days, but... I've something to show you, if you have a moment.
@MatronsChamp It *is* the superior way to make queso-- how else would I have advised them to do it?
Besides... we had to have it right for when you returned. Otherwise you'd refuse to visit the city, I'm certain.
*there was zero guarantee he would return, ever, of course*
@MatronsChamp *she quickly leans away to dodge the queso that will inevitably drip onto her. She even makes a yuck-face for added effect; it's been too long since she's allowed him to get under her skin*
Well... is it all that you'd hoped it would be? Ordering all the cheese you can stand?
@MatronsChamp *she hugs around him from one side, still slowly sipping her shake*
I'm glad you're here.
I'm glad *you're* here.
And I'm glad you've not changed in needing your extra queso.
*they hand over his tray and a cereal-bowl-sized container of extra queso*
@MatronsChamp I'll not tell Cassandra you doubted her.
*finally, a smirk*
Well... sort of. You have the option to make a tray-- an entree and two sides, and they *do* have quesadillas as both an entree and a side.
You *could*, in theory, have 3 total quesadillas in one tray.
@MatronsChamp Your sister can't have people gossiping about our having skimpy portions in her city, can she?
*she's lost in her own drink for a moment before she catches his look. A smile surfaces at one corner of her lips, at last*
That good, is it?
@MatronsChamp *she straightens a little and wipes her eyes*
You've quite the memory.
*she asks them for her usual and for his Oreo shake, somehow turning herself around on a dime and even winking at them. They hand over the shakes in no time.*
Here--I hope it's all you've imagined it to be.
@MatronsChamp *she finally buries her forehead against him and actually lets herself feel the weight of everything, for once*
*after a solid few minutes,*
I um... I didn't invite you here simply to cry all over you.
*she wipes her cheeks but is visibly not suddenly fine.*
@MatronsChamp --and how unbearably heavy the guilt has been to carry, the pain you endured, the loneliness, the--
*a sob against his shoulder*
--all of it, it was my fault. That you could have been here if not for me--gods, I begged so many times to take your place after the Solstice.
@MatronsChamp *she doesn't hug him back for now*
Do you know HOW many times I've looked in the mirror and begged to still see you, Vax?! Or how many birthdays I've spent separate from Percy and my children because I needed to be alone? Because you were GONE?!
*she's crying now, oops*
@MatronsChamp *stream-of-consciousness*
No, no, by all means let's joke about the number of nights I slept with the drapes open with that perch in view. Let's have a laugh about how I spent OUR birthday here last year with Cass, crying into a shake over how much I missed you, please, let's!