DIR Return Create A Forum - Home
---------------------------------------------------------
Roleplaying is Magic
HTML https://rpismagic.createaforum.com
---------------------------------------------------------
*****************************************************
DIR Return to: Canterlot
*****************************************************
#Post#: 2493--------------------------------------------------
Sleeping In
By: Thyme Date: May 1, 2014, 4:03 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Thyme slowly comes awake, stretching slowly with a light groan.
She rolls over, snuggling up to the still sleeping Jazz for a
few more moments and listening to the sound of rain on the
window. After a few minutes, she pushes herself up on the bed,
stretching again, and, not feeling like bothering with her
wheelchair just yet, levitates herself off the bed. After a trip
to the bathroom, Thyme floats over to her wheelchair, where she
spots the note Jazz had left her the night before. She lifts it
off the seat and then sets herself down to read the short
message. They got a guest so late at night? It had to have been
during the storm, which meant that most likely whoever it was
had been caught out in it. Her stomach gives a low grumble, and
after tossing the note in the trash, heads out of her room on
the way to the kitchen. Snap would likely be up soon, and Clair.
She supposes she should cook for the guest too, though she
doesn't know if they'll be up soon. She's trying to decide what
she should make when she passes the couch that Clair and Chord
are sleeping on, and she comes to a stop with a frown. He didn't
usually even try to hug strangers, much less cuddle with them
like that. It wasn't like he'd have been scared of the storm,
and even if he had he would have gone to somepony in their
family. After a few more moments she resumes heading to the
kitchen, though she glances back over her shoulder again before
she leaves the room.
#Post#: 2497--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sleeping In
By: Clairvoyant Date: May 1, 2014, 10:33 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Clair slowly drifts awake from his sleep, reflexively
contracting with a yawn, his hooves closing around the pony in
his forelegs, and he smiles a bit confusedly. He didn't come
down to sleep with anypony. Had one of his sisters or brothers
come to share the couch with him? That was nice of them. He
gently runs a hoof up the back toward the mane to see who it is,
slowly so as not to wake the still-sleeping form. While it
travels up, though, something else occurs to him. Why is their
face in his neck? Isn't it usually the other way around? And
Snapdragon, the only one who he could ever remember doing that,
wakes before-
Huh. This...Even bedhead, this pony's mane isn't familiar.
And...really, the body shape is a bit off to be any of his
family. Then, who...
Oh. Right. Last night. Chordonus came with a nightmare. That
was it. His cheeks color pink once more as he remembers.
Should he...wake her up? Uh...What time is it? No, he won't
wake her. He slowly lowers his hoof back down her back again,
gently squeezing her, a sleepy smile on his face. Had he
comforted her right? He'd find out, probably.
#Post#: 2516--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sleeping In
By: Thyme Date: May 2, 2014, 5:32 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Thyme glances at the clock, having just pulled the tray of
blueberry muffins out of the oven. Almost 8. Snapdragon would be
coming down for breakfast any minute now, and Clair was likely
awake as well, though she hadn't seen him since she'd found him
and their guest on the couch earlier. Setting the tray down on
the counter, she closes the oven before rolling out of the
kitchen. She find Clair right where she'd though, still on the
couch with the still sleeping purple pegasus. He's not doing
much, just idly tapping his hoof, most likely not wanting to
wake up Chord. "Clair." She says, announcing her presence though
she's sure he already knows she's there. "Breakfast is ready."
From the direction of the stairs comes the sound of movement,
undoubtedly Snapdragon coming down to eat.
#Post#: 2520--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sleeping In
By: Clairvoyant Date: May 2, 2014, 9:20 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Clair's ears perk up at Thyme's voice, one of his favorite
sounds in the known universe, and he nods to acknowledge that he
heard her. Even just knowing she's nearby makes him smile a bit
bigger, though he did hear her coming so her voice didn't really
announce her presence. He fights for a moment between staying
down and getting up for some food. Well...he's not really very
hungry yet, and he doesn't want to wake up Chordonus. So he
just gives another gentle squeeze to the sleeping guest and
keeps smiling. Maybe he could ask Clarity if he could hold her
like this sometime. It feels different, but nice...
#Post#: 2522--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sleeping In
By: Thyme Date: May 3, 2014, 12:16 am
---------------------------------------------------------
Thyme frowns slightly when Clair doesn't move, apparently
perfectly content to continue laying there. "Not hungry?" She
asks, which is answered by a slow, quiet tapping against the arm
of the couch, saying that he's fine. She pauses for a moment,
then turns back around as Snapdragon comes into the room. "Good
morning." She greets, her frown disappearing. "Morning." He
replies, making for the kitchen with only a glance and a
slightly raised eyebrow at Clair. With a glance of her own back
at the two ponies on the couch, she follows her other son into
the kitchen to eat.
#Post#: 2535--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sleeping In
By: Chordonus Tiempo Date: May 4, 2014, 3:06 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Chord doesn't react much to Clair's hoof going down her back or
his gentle squeezing. When she does wakes up, she wakes up with
a yawn and a stretch of her wings. She lifts her head up, only
to see Clair's neck. "Did I... I think I did." Chord thinks as
she realizes her head was on Clair's neck, not the couch.
Chord just stays on the couch, embarrassed and blushing. She
looks up at Clair to thank him for letting her sleep on the
couch with him. "Th-Thank you, for uhhh.... Letting me sleep
here." She says, still not bothering to get up.
#Post#: 2536--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sleeping In
By: Clairvoyant Date: May 4, 2014, 4:14 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Clair's blush rises in tandem with Chord's, her emotions swaying
his. He loosens his embrace on her when she backs her head up,
but leaves his hooves draped loosely around her shoulders when
her movement doesn't end in a retreat. He grins a little grin
when she thanks him, staring forward and nodding. He makes no
move to evict her from the couch, nor to leave himself, though
doing so would be difficult with her on the outside edge anyway.
#Post#: 2537--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sleeping In
By: Chordonus Tiempo Date: May 4, 2014, 6:38 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Chord just lays there a minute, still, blushing before she gets
up from the couch. "We should probably get up." Chord says as
she pushes Clair's hooves off her. Once Chord is up from the
couch she makes sure her scarf is still wrapped round her, which
it is, and trots off towards the kitchen, hoping to fulfill
Jazz's earlier promise of breakfast. She follows the aroma of
muffins and grabs one off the tray on top of the oven. She's
about o take a bit of it before she notices green unicorn in a
wheelchair staring at her. "Oh uhhh... H-hi. You don't mind if
take one one, ummm.... Do you?" Chord asks, embarrassed she was
being so rude and just took a muffin without asking.
#Post#: 2538--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sleeping In
By: Thyme Date: May 4, 2014, 9:18 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
By the time Chord gets up to go eat, Thyme has mostly finished
her muffin, and Snapdragon has finished his and begun checking
to see if any of the few plants in the windowsill need watering.
He's a little younger than Chord, with a green coat in a lightly
lighter shade than Thyme's. His mane and tail are short, and
mostly white with three orange stripes. They both turn at the
sound of hooves on the tiles to see Chord walk into the room,
though Snapdragon quickly goes back to tending the plants. Thyme
however watches the young mare as she goes up to get a muffin,
her expression unreadable. She turns back to her own muffin when
Chord talks to her, giving a nod. "Go ahead." She says, taking
another bite.
#Post#: 2539--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sleeping In
By: Clairvoyant Date: May 4, 2014, 9:51 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Clair doesn't resist when Chord pushes his hooves off, curling
in on himself to minimize how much he'd impede her vacancy of
the couch. He isn't too slow in following her off, though he
stops at the edge for a moment, taking the blanket and folding
it telekinetically before putting it down on the couch. Not
optimally folded, of course, but it has a semblance of neatness,
and he begins heading towards the wall, and from there the
kitchen.
He slows down even his slow pace even more when he reaches the
tile flooring. This was one of the most difficult parts of his
morning routine when he was growing up, because the family
eating location isn't connected to the border of the room, being
an island counter in the middle of the room rather than a wall
counter or table they could put near the wall. They could have
set up something separate for him, but he wouldn't have liked
eating away from the rest of the family. Besides, when there
was family there it meant there was always somepony to help him
find it if he couldn't.
As his hooves first clack against the kitchen floor, he hears
Mommy's wheelchair turning to look, and his smile grows as he
speeds up his pace slightly as he turns from the wall towards
his seat. On his way he meets with the object of his happiness,
crawling his hooves up her wheelchair to give her a warm
embrace, ear against her chest and listening to her heartbeat
for a moment. Hm. Is something bothering her? He'd ask her
during or after breakfast. From the embrace, he sits and traces
his trademark heart against her chest before walking around her
and continuing to his seat, where he folds his hooves on the
counter until, not even a second afterward, a muffin is pressing
itself against his hoof. He slowly lowers his head and begins
eating what is, to him, merely a tasteless mass of sustenance
and love.
*****************************************************
DIR Next Page