Runaway - Open Thread!!

[dov]

The outside air was cold against Dov's warm skin, making the boy shiver slightly. He looked up at his mate and smiled, burrying part of his face in the coat. The white haired boy smiled even though Kezro could not see it. "So.." He started and took Kezro's hand inside his own, keeping his grip tightly around the other's hand.

"Do you have a name in mind?" Dov asked, glancing sideways at his lover. They really did have to think off a name, it wouldn't be all that long until the little kit was going to be there after all.

Dov smiled to himself and looked around the empty street before turning his head towards his lover again. "We really do have to think of one." He decided and nodded his head, more to himself then to the other. "He can't remain nameless..."

[kezro]

Kezro turned his vace towards the sky and began to think. "Well...Something that starts with a V, right?" he pondered aloud. "Should we pick something with an actual meaning or just something that sounds pretty?" he asked.

[dov]

Dov shrugged. "A meaning would be nice, but I also want it to be pretty." The blonde chuckled then and intertwined his fingers his his mate.

He pressed a kiss to Kezro's cheek. "I'm being difficult." The smaller one chuckled.

[kezro]

"No, not difficult," Kezro said, laughing. "It is our child's name, after all. You do have a right to be difficult. We want him to have a nice name, don't we?" he asked.

The green-haired han looked around and waved to several people he knew before turning back to Dov. "What kind of meaning do you think we should have? That would be a good place to start..."

[dov]

Dov smiled. "Something nice," He decided and grinned. He rested his head on Kezro's shoulder while they walked down the street. "like a flower." The white haired boy decided and grinned.

The boy licked his lips and placed his hand on his stomach. "Hm, I sound like a real mother now..." He wrinkled his nose and looked up at Kezro. "Horrible."

[kezro]

Kezro let go of Dov's hand to slide it around the other's waist, bringing his hand to rest on his mate's belly. "But you are a 'real mother', love," he said, smiling. "Besides, I like flowers too."

The hlaf merman began to think of various flowers that began with a 'V' or names that's meaning was a flower. "...Virag...Vern...Vesa...Viorel...Violet...Um, those are the only ones I can think of right now...And some of them are actually tree meanings," he said.

[dov]

Hearing Kezro's voice while he spoke the names made Dov smile brightly, listening to him in silence. One thought crossed his mind, what if their kit didn't like his name? It could easily happen...

Dov smiled, shaking the thought off. "Viorel..." He whispered and then looked up at Kezro, his grip tightening on Kezro's hand. "Do you like that one?"

"But Vesa and Virag are nice too." Dov quickly added and frowned, looking sheepishly up at his lover. Eventually he asked Kezro which one he liked again.

[kezro]

“Bluebell…,” Kezro muttered aloud before looking over at Dov. “Viorel means ‘bluebell’. I like it. The other two mean…’sprout or young tree’ and ‘flower’. I think that I like Viorel better though. They’re pretty, delicate flowers,” he said.

[dov]

"Viorel..." Dov smiled and placed his hands on his stomach. "Perfect..." He decided and kissed his lover.

Dov looked around, thinking over the name for a while. It sounded beautiful, he really did like it for their kit. "I love you Kezro." He whispered softly and smiled brightly, turning his head to look at his mate.

[kezro]

Kezro leaned down slightly to give Dov a kiss as he looked up. "I love you too," he said, smiling. "And I really do like the name as well."

He looked up and spotted the house they were looking for and he pointed to it. "That's my mom's house," he murmured to his mate. He started to lead the smaller boy over there and knocked of the front door after walking up the stairs.

Slowly, the door creaked open to reveal a frail looking man staring out. "Hello...?" he asked before he realized Kez was standing there with Dov. His gold eyes widened and he opened the door wider to let them in.

"Kezronial...It's good to see you," the lifegiver said, giving his son a small hug. "And who is...your...friend?" he asked eyes drifting to the Zercan's belly. He stopped for a moment before revising his statement and said, "Erm...I mean...mate?"

[dov]

Dov wrinkled his nose, feeling nervous. He looked at the man in front of him and shifted a little, glancing quickly from the man to Kezro and back to the man again. He held out his hand politely.

The other hand found a way to his stomach when he had noticed the man's eyes drifting towards his belly. Dov really didn't know how Kezro's life-giver was feeling about this but seeing the man' face he wondered about it. He really did hope Kezro's life-giver approved of him.

A sudden alarming thought sprung in Dov's mind. What if he didn't like him? What if the man dissaproved of them being mates? And their child? A suffocated squeel left Dov's lips who for a moment forgot that he was in the company of his mate and his mate's life-giver.

When he realized where he was exactly he tried to smile and barely succeeded. "Um...I'm Dov..." He finally whispered, his voice shaking and almost to quiet for the others to hear.

[kezro]

Kezro smiled at the timid boy and rubbed a comforting hand against his back. “It’s fine, love…,” he whispered before raising his volume to speak with his mother. “Yes, mother…This is my mate. You guessed correctly.”

The older man smiled gently at his son’s mate and took the boy’s hand within his smaller, webbed ones. “Welcome to my house then, Dov….I am Ashlyris,” he said before he began shuffling back inside. “Come in…I was just about to start the tea.”


The half merman ushered them both in. It had been ages since he had sampled some of his mom’s tea or been inside his house. “Thank you, mother…,” he said as they both sat down on the living room couch. He took a breath of the air and smiled as the smell of the sea and mint filled his nose. ‘Yup…defiantly been too long since I’d been here,’ he thought as he watched his mother move slowly into the kitchen.

[dov]

Dov frowned and turned his head to look at his mate. He wrinkled his nose and bit on his lowerlip. "Um..." He whispered, making sure his voice was a mere whisper which only Kezro could hear. "D-do you think he likes me?" The young white haired boy asked, uncertain.

He still wasn't sure. Of course Ashlyris would ask him inside because he was Kezro's mate but that did not automaticly mean that the life-giver liked him.

[kezro]

Kezro wrapped an arm around his mate gently. He chuckled softly with a glance to the door and back to Dov. “I’m sure he does…,” he said. “When he comes back in here with the tea, why don’t you talk to him for a bit…Actually, I should probably go in there now and help mother. As you saw, he’s kind of frail and will probably forget not to use salt water when making your tea.”

At Dov’s slightly disgusted look, he grinned. “Being mermen, we find drinking salt water comforting,” he said, standing up to go to the kitchen.

[dov]

Dov nodded. "Oh...I see." He tried to smile but he felt so nervous that he couldn't. He played around with his shirt and looked down at his hands.

The white haired boy smiled, resting his hands on his stomach. It seemed that the nervousness of him made Viorel restless. "I'm sorry, little baby." He whispered softly.

He sat back and looked around the room, waiting for Kezro and Ashlyris.