be discreet

[msmage]

It's not much later, in Isabella's room, that she asks:

"So... is Alex really a dom?"

Comments

[mrmage]

"Is that a thing mages can do, too? I never looked it up, but it sounds like mages could do it."

[eclipsi]

"Hasn't been done. I imagine you could keep going when you'd usually be physically exhausted? Psions who don't sleep do still have to lie down and rest, they can just be awake thinking about magic or reading or something while they do it."

[mrmage]

"Well, with shared lucid dreaming I suppose sleeping becomes significantly less of a waste."

[eclipsi]

"Yes. But it does come up with an inconvenient regularity."

[mrmage]

"Yeah."

[eclipsi]

"Psions can make other people not need sleep too but it doesn't last, has to be renewed daily."

[mrmage]

"Good thing I belong to one, then."

[eclipsi]

"Yes. One day I'll learn to do that." She kisses his forehead.

[mrmage]

"What with being immortal, one day you'll learn eeeeeverything."

[eclipsi]

"Mm-hm." And she bumps her nose into his. Eskimo kiss.

[mrmage]

Eeeee. "I love you."

[catalexis]

"Eugh, I haven't even had breakfast yet and you're already trying to make me lose it."

[mrmage]

He laughs. "Your sister's fault."

[eclipsi]

"All my fault." And then she dips Sadde in his chair and kisses him.

[catalexis]

"Augh," says Alex calmly, and he turns his attention back to the pancakes.

[mrmage]

If her goal was making Sadde all breathless and fuzzy, she accomplished it!

[eclipsi]

That is an entirely welcome result.

[mrmage]

Good!

"Anyhow," he says, clearing his throat.

[catalexis]

"More bacon anyone."

[eclipsi]

"Yes please."

[mrmage]

"Sure, I'll have some."

[catalexis]

Alex distributes bacon. He plates blueberry pancakes for Renée, yawning her way down the stairs. He starts on blueberry-banana ones for himself.

[mrmage]

"Good morning," he says to Renée.

[kindestgarden]

"Morning," yawns Renée.

[mrmage]

"Sleep well?"