( Relieving them of a certain burden of thought: he admits his best thoughts are for human children. He'll keep those in reserve, knowing their hearts and tendencies. )
Yes, yes, why not ask them all? More inspiration across that many imaginations.
( After all, Astrov and Vanya have lived long, respectable lives, barring a rare incident of — he flinches with inevitability — birthing out of wedlock. )
Unless Wei Ying prefers the honour. ( As the mother, so on. )
( not bothering to hold back his laughter, he waves his hands twice, over the carefully attended basket. one furry head lifts and a scoffing huff follows, along with sniff sniff sniffing, and he makes to stand )
As you say, as you say! I'll find more for our little mothers to eat, you speak to Zewu-jun and Clara, ah?
( But loving and desperately fond and sweet, yet rounding his hands to cup the litter's catch and bring it up, lovingly, and inhale its presence. He is never letting go of these young ones again —
For the next two, three minutes, before their mothers turn around to mind them. )
Wei Ying. Thank you for giving me grandchildren. ( By gifting him their furred daughters to start. )
( Knees bent, halfway towards, and he leans close, another kiss to the top of Lan Zhan's head, easy as he continues rising. Room for the small bodies cupped and held, room for the hearts in their expansive chests, beating and pricked by tiny kitten claws in fondness. )
To fill every corner of your heart until bursting. I'll be swift.
( There, the care light smile, the easy fondness, and he's to the entrance and out into grasping heat once more, to find the sweetest, safest, most nourishing of greens... and a little fruit, too.
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( Ah, what a laughing and most joyous husband Lan Wangji has. Allow that playfulness to be retaliated with a blank, honest and earnest stare. )
They are sons and daughters of a sect. ( And concei — ) Manifested under Clara's watch.
( ...better. ) Perhaps the twain. Sizhui. The group.
( It does, after all, take a village. )
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( Relieving them of a certain burden of thought: he admits his best thoughts are for human children. He'll keep those in reserve, knowing their hearts and tendencies. )
Yes, yes, why not ask them all? More inspiration across that many imaginations.
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Yelena chose fortuitously.
( After all, Astrov and Vanya have lived long, respectable lives, barring a rare incident of — he flinches with inevitability — birthing out of wedlock. )
Unless Wei Ying prefers the honour. ( As the mother, so on. )
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We child name then Little Milk One, Little Milk Two, Little Milk Three...
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Sadness afflicts brother and Clara. The naming will distract.
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( not bothering to hold back his laughter, he waves his hands twice, over the carefully attended basket. one furry head lifts and a scoffing huff follows, along with sniff sniff sniffing, and he makes to stand )
As you say, as you say! I'll find more for our little mothers to eat, you speak to Zewu-jun and Clara, ah?
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( But loving and desperately fond and sweet, yet rounding his hands to cup the litter's catch and bring it up, lovingly, and inhale its presence. He is never letting go of these young ones again —
For the next two, three minutes, before their mothers turn around to mind them. )
Wei Ying. Thank you for giving me grandchildren. ( By gifting him their furred daughters to start. )
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To fill every corner of your heart until bursting. I'll be swift.
( There, the care light smile, the easy fondness, and he's to the entrance and out into grasping heat once more, to find the sweetest, safest, most nourishing of greens... and a little fruit, too.
But just a little. )