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( sometimes you get hit with a brick of a revelation and you need to sit on the floor about it. and then you have to find your partner. as one does.

lily had always avoided looking through the photo albums her past life had placed in bookshelves in the hall- she would say it was out of cowardice, but she's never had a good opinion of herself. but...

...

lily walks through the house slowly, holding a few photographs in her hands. when she finally finds shadow milk, she pauses.

and then rests her forehead right on his shoulder, deflating. )

... Learned something new today.

Oh?

[He looks at the photos in her hands and he is instantly drawing some conclusions. He had gone through the gauntlet looking through his own things. Learning what he did of his past. The very first time it had broken him to know that he had happiness, love, and family in this previous life only for his hatred and anger to nearly destroy it in the next.]

[Things have changed since then, and he is less unsettled by finding the things that once belonged to Seamus Maverick than he had before. However, that didn't mean there couldn't still be a few unknown land mines here and there.]

[He sets down the embroidery he's working on.]

Would you like to share with the class or shall we perhaps burn the photos and not think about it ever again?

[Options!]

No!

( the idea of burning them- she can't. she can't! lily holds them to her chest for a moment before she exhales, letting go of the tension in her shoulders. she hadn't realized she'd... ... was it finding them to begin with, or his suggestion...? )

... Sorry, I... ...

( she turns and practically tucks herself into his arm, and holds the photos out to see.

the first lily, young and drained and radiant, smiling bright at the infant in her arms. a little boy with messy black hair is peering at the child over her shoulder, eyes alight with wonder. )

... I don't... I haven't looked into who the father is. I'm- afraid, I think...

[Hm! He looks over at her at that, eyebrows raised a little but otherwise none offended. It seems that would be her answer! Whatever these are, they're awfully important.]

Don't apologize, I was merely trying to ascertain your feelings on the matter.

[In the way that he often does, you know. He takes a look at the photos with some curiosity before he...actually goes silent. Huh.]

[He wasn't expecting that at all, actually.]

I think what's most surprising is the notion you put a book down long enough to conceive not one, but two-

Oh, as if we haven't had our marathons.

( well. marathons by the standards of their weak bodies and health. they're both insatiable once they start, and she has been training his stamina, after all...

but she can't bring herself to banter for long, especially when her eyes fall upon the children again. )

... Allen and Nea, the albums say. Nea's the older one. ... I never once thought to look. Or maybe I was just afraid.

Yes, it's frankly a shock we haven't made any ourselves-

[He's done the research on human bodies!! He knows they have been going at it at a rate that should have gotten one of them pregnant.]

Hm...

[Does he recall those names from Seamus' notes? He thinks he does. He will have to go and look again, he made a list of things he noted when he found the ruins. It should be at the research hall.]

Afraid of what, exactly? That life is long gone, Lily-belle.

... It is a little surprising, isn't it? But I'd also rather not deal with pregnancy and this all at the same time...

( she deflates a little at his words, though. she knows he's right, but... )

... It's... hard to put it into words. ... They look happy though. In all the pictures. That... that much is nice, at least...

Can you imagine what sort of hellspawn would come of the two of us? Perhaps that's for the best!

[L...Lol...]

...Yes. And I suppose the unspoken tragedy is that we know how that life must have ended in some way. Those people, the ones we once were, there was no happy ending for them no matter how you look at it.

I wonder if they became cookies.

Now now, maybe we'll cancel each other out.

( they wouldn't. )

... I'm still a bit bad at reading human faces. If I could go by flavor or ingredient maybe it would be easier.

... I hope... they're happy, wherever they are.

( she leans into him, one hand over his, and sighs softly. )

Doubtful! Besides, I know for a fact my ingredients refuse to play backseat, no matter what. Pavlova Cookie is proof of that!

[Yeah, he knows this for a fact.]

Yes, well, we can't help being stuck in such strange, inferior bodies, but such is life.

[She leans and he falls quiet. Let's her put a hand over his and while he doesn't outwardly reciprocate, that he's remained and not pulled away is usually a strong indication that he does. Sometimes he's like a touchy cat.]

Would you like for me to look into it? On Seamus' behalf? Surely he must have written something down about your children.

... Please, do. I'll look for her journals, as well. I'm sure they're around here somewhere, I don't think they'd give a volatile and unstable woman writing utensils-

( because the first lily was wildly unstable. )

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