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[magician_king]

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[magician_king]

"I don't want to go to war, and I do want to do something useful. I can build us a house."

He says, with a shrug.

"You, me, and Fives. And sundry."

Because there will almost certainly be sundry.

"And I'll probably do the town around it."

[ninefox]

Jedao bites his tongue until he tastes blood. It feels to him like Quentin is asking to marry them - I want to be with you forever - but he knows that's not what it means on Earth, not they way it would be for them.

"Okay," he whispers, kisses Quentin softly. He still feels a little uncertain about it - too much a general not to want to supervise. But he wants, too, what it feels like it means, what it offers. Quentin is right about the demands that will be on them, and Jedao's distant terror that he isn't capable of retirement. It's - a leap of faith, letting Quentin make them place removed. But it's a leap towards - fox and hound, if he makes it - happiness. "Okay."

[magician_king]

"It is, right?"

Checking, because it's occurring to him too, almost as it does to Jedao, that this is actually a lot, and probably a bigger conversation.

"I mean. It was Fives who asked me why I couldn't come home with you both. So I think it is okay. With him. And with me. And maybe with you?"

[ninefox]

He takes a breath, a little shaky but deep and deliberate, then cracks into a tilted grin.

"Darling, I'm really torn right now between making the happiest dragon screeching noises of my life and being a small-minded petty control freak about a town that doesn't exist. Yes. Yes."

[magician_king]

"Okay, let me tell him we've talked about me trying. Trying."

Saying again, and leaning up to press a kiss to his mouth.

"And then we get through the honeymoon period and into addressing our fun moral differences that we are going to have to come to terms with for the sake of a strong future. But that part can wait until after Christmas."

[ninefox]

Jedao shivers in his lap, and kisses him again for confirmation.

(You may now kiss - that's only like what it is. Even if Quentin said honeymoon.)

[magician_king]

He picks him up closer, and folds him protectively in his arms, and lets him know;

"I'm gonna curse the shit out of our house. There'll be passwords and gargoyles and rooms you can only enter if your cause is pure."

Sorry.

[ninefox]

"Nerd," Jedao says, but lovingly, and kisses him again.

[magician_king]

"Yes."

Says Quentin, and cups his face in both hands.

"Sucker. Should have decided to settle down with someone way cooler than me."

[ninefox]

"I'm cool enough for all of us, obviously," he replies, grinning.

[magician_king]

"Yeah, you are."

He says, warm and tender, holding him closer, closing his eyes.

"Do they have books in his world?"

[ninefox]

"Yeah, they have some. I don't know the state of fiction publishing exactly, but the concept exists. You want to infiltrate the Jedi library for me?"

He's joking, but he's not, like, totally joking.

[magician_king]

"Shit. Yes."

He says, perking up.

"I bet they'd let me in if I offered them some of my stuff in exchange."

[ninefox]

"Try and suborn the librarian, she seems like one of the least useless ones," he recommends, pleased at Quentin's excitement.

[magician_king]

"I'm also bringing my own."

FYI.

"Rooms and rooms of bookshelves."

Another one of those things he's going to have to live with.

[ninefox]

"As many as you want," he agrees.