[ and there's the roll of his eyes once again. while luke has no idea when george and martha had been born, let alone their own anniversary, it's something that he knows he can easily find out. being the only two people who had ever been with him through thick and thin, even when he hadn't known it, it had been important to him to honour their own wish for freedom. though they hadn't quite said anything about their own displeasure of being trapped to the staff, luke had wanted to free them as a gift of gratitude for always tethering themselves to him. even as a young demigod at the age of nine, they had been better guardians and parents to him than his own had been — and it's at no fault of may's she'd been taken from him before he could properly save her. ]
[ but he takes to them too naturally, unembarrassed as he looks at george with an unimpressed expression, trusting martha to remain where she is on the couch and not slither over and start pecking him all over the face as she had on the night of samhain he'd made his deal. treating him as the mortal parents did their kids — he realises just how lucky he is, having these two, great ancient snakes on his team. instead of running free and wild after he'd pried them from the staff, they'd tethered themselves to him. ]
[ glancing down at maia, he notes how she sniffs at hermione's hand, ears crinkling a little, before she licks it. teasingly, he grins, ] You got chocolate on your fingers?
Oh, no. I'd love to get rid of him. How do you think of me as Mr Ridire's wife? [ she puffs out her chest. at george's glare, she slithers off the couch and up the leg of the able to coil beside him, kissing him on the cheek. luke rolls his eyes, making a disgusted sound in his throat. it's bad enough they act like this in front of him on a daily basis, but in front of hermione? it's a little embarrassing. ]
Think he's a little too old for you, Martha.
I don't look a day over twenty-nine!
[ george mumbles, ] That's what I've been saying for the last few centuries.
[ luke leans in toward hermione, arm still resting on the back of the couch. ] But we're serious. I told you — I get a little restless when I'm sitting around doing nothing. There's only so much I can do with Backbiter before I'm starting to poke myself in the chest with my sword out of boredom. [ he glances down toward maia, tapping her on the nose the moment she begins to try and gnaw on hermione's fingers. ] You need any of those ingredients for your potions, there's a good chance I can track them down. [ he grins, slightly smug, but most definitely proud. ] I've got a network at my disposal.
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[ and there's the roll of his eyes once again. while luke has no idea when george and martha had been born, let alone their own anniversary, it's something that he knows he can easily find out. being the only two people who had ever been with him through thick and thin, even when he hadn't known it, it had been important to him to honour their own wish for freedom. though they hadn't quite said anything about their own displeasure of being trapped to the staff, luke had wanted to free them as a gift of gratitude for always tethering themselves to him. even as a young demigod at the age of nine, they had been better guardians and parents to him than his own had been — and it's at no fault of may's she'd been taken from him before he could properly save her. ]
[ but he takes to them too naturally, unembarrassed as he looks at george with an unimpressed expression, trusting martha to remain where she is on the couch and not slither over and start pecking him all over the face as she had on the night of samhain he'd made his deal. treating him as the mortal parents did their kids — he realises just how lucky he is, having these two, great ancient snakes on his team. instead of running free and wild after he'd pried them from the staff, they'd tethered themselves to him. ]
[ glancing down at maia, he notes how she sniffs at hermione's hand, ears crinkling a little, before she licks it. teasingly, he grins, ] You got chocolate on your fingers?
Oh, no. I'd love to get rid of him. How do you think of me as Mr Ridire's wife? [ she puffs out her chest. at george's glare, she slithers off the couch and up the leg of the able to coil beside him, kissing him on the cheek. luke rolls his eyes, making a disgusted sound in his throat. it's bad enough they act like this in front of him on a daily basis, but in front of hermione? it's a little embarrassing. ]
Think he's a little too old for you, Martha.
I don't look a day over twenty-nine!
[ george mumbles, ] That's what I've been saying for the last few centuries.
[ luke leans in toward hermione, arm still resting on the back of the couch. ] But we're serious. I told you — I get a little restless when I'm sitting around doing nothing. There's only so much I can do with Backbiter before I'm starting to poke myself in the chest with my sword out of boredom. [ he glances down toward maia, tapping her on the nose the moment she begins to try and gnaw on hermione's fingers. ] You need any of those ingredients for your potions, there's a good chance I can track them down. [ he grins, slightly smug, but most definitely proud. ] I've got a network at my disposal.