Aug Log Redux

[om_nom_namur]

Who: Namur and various others
What: A catchall log!
When: All through August!
Where: Locations generally noted in tags
Why: So I don't spam the comm!

Log starters treated as top level comments. Have a nice day!

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[singinghuntress]

[Rip could definitely tell he was uncertain and usually, Rip agreed with Namur's opinion on marriage. For her, an open relationship like what they had now was perfect. It should be enough to know she wanted to be with them and love them while granting her the freedom she craved.]

I suppose so..under zhe right conditions.

[She paused, trying to put what she meant into words. To her, it should be enough to know that she loved them and her loyalties lay with them.]

If you vere to ask, I'd say yes vithout hesitation. But, I also know zhat regardless of vhether zhere vas a ring on my finger or not, our relationship vouldn't change much. Ve vould still haf our freedom to take ozher lovers if ve vanted.

Zhe part zhat matters to me is to know zhat in zhe morning, its my bed you come back to und you love me.

[She hesitated for a moment. ]

If.. Augustine asked. I don't know. Part of me vould vant to say yes. But, zhe ozher part of me is terrified zhat saying yes means I loose you und zhe freedom I've carved out for myself.

[Her hand clenched for a moment.]

I love both of you und don't vant to haf to choose.

[om_nom_namur]

[Yeah, that was about what he expected. Namur nods, feeling better. She wouldn't be the first girlfriend he's lost to someone else just because they felt like making a big production out of giving a promise he'd already made in private, but that's a different matter.]

Don't think y' oughta hafta, either. No one oughta hafta.

[He rubs his ear along her thigh, as she sits on his shoulder.]

'S a hell of a sticky spot y' might find yerself in, babe. I'll be here for y' no matter what though. Don't need no shitty crowd t' make y' that promise an' mean it. An' hell knows, maybe Gusty'll change his mind a bit, too. Didja tell 'im why y' ain't super on board with the idea? Cuz I mean... get the impression it ain't jus' cuz a me.

[singinghuntress]

[Lets be honest, Rip didn't want something big and fancy to shout to the world what they mean to each other. She was simply happy taking a mark and making a promise in private which they've already done. To her, that's enough.

She smiles a little as he rubs along his thigh.]

I know und I hope he does. I told him zhat I don't see a reason for ceremony und zhat I'd razher let zhe fact zhat I love him und you und haf loyalty to zhe family ve've build togezher speak for itself.

[She sighed slightly.]

He didn't seem too thrilled vith my response, especially vhen I mentioned you.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur chuckles.]

Mean, that makes sense. If he's secretly mad 'bout us already bein' a thing 'fore he even metcha then no shittin' wonder he'd get mad atcha bringin' me up.

[He gives her a squeeze.]

But if he really loves y', yer gonna work shit out. Know yer scared but y' gotta trust 'im, y' know? An' if he hurts y'...

Well. I'll whoop his ass for one thing. But don't be bitter 'bout it. Lovin' folks is hard an' sometimes it hurts but 's totally worth it.

[singinghuntress]

[Incidentally, that did make her feel a little better knowing that was both being supportive and willing to kick Augustine's ass for her if he hurt her. Then again.. if Augustine hurt her, Namur would have to wait for Rip to be done with him before kicking his ass. ]

Vell... hopefully he loves me az much az he says und zhings vork out. I know loving ozhers hurts. Zhis is hardly zhe first time I've been in love.. zhere haf been ozhers before you und Augustine.

[She went quiet for a moment and just ruffled his hair a little to distract herself.]

[om_nom_namur]

I know, babe.

[He gives her another squeeze. Then realizes something.]

Been awhile since y' flipped yer shit over some memory or 'nother. Got 'em mostly sorted through, do y'?

[singinghuntress]

Huh.. it haz been avhile, hasn't it.

[She smiled slightly.]

I zhink I haf. Zhere are still moments but, zhey are getting less und less. Zhough...I vill admit, I still can't get over zhe lack of scars some evenings
.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur bites her leg, hard enough to draw a little blood.]

I'll give y' a few t' make up for 'em, how 'bout that?

[singinghuntress]

[She shuddered at the feel of teeth against her flesh as she clenched her hand in his hair.]

I zhink I vould enjoy zhat~.