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Jul 11, 2017 05:16PM
{Occupants}-Godfrey Hannibal Francis I-Godfrey Hanibal Francis III- Carmison Francis - Cherry Francis
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Carmison stands in by the grand window, pulling the blinds back as he watches the lightning stroke outside. The weather has been stormy the past few days and Carmison made no effort to go outside. He enjoyed staying in his house with his family. He had no duties or responsibilities, at least just for those three days. Carmison was his clan's elder and he ha to lead the vampires and solve whatever issues there existed between them. Carmison could see his reflection from the window and his eyes matched the storm outside. Something dark and twisted was brewing in Carmison's mind. Sharp pain shoots throughout all the nerve vessels in his head and he groans and touches his temples. Flashbacks and memories of the Longhur Massacre night flashed into his eyes. Carmison had no choice but to wait out the headache. Minutes passed and the memories faded to blackness and swirling lights behind his eyelids. Carmison opens his eyes and his shoulders drop down. The headaches were much worse before but they were still just as bad. He would sometimes wakeup from nightmares and look down to see blood on his hands and under his finger nails. Carmison sometimes loses all trace of consciousness whenever the flashbacks occurred. Carmison hears babbling and small sliding noises and he turns around, facing away from the storm. He looks down to find Cherry crawling towards him and he chuckles and walks over to his baby girl. He bends down and picks up the barely one year old and holds her against his chest. Having forgotten about his flashback, he rubs Cherry's back as he paces up and down the hall.
Godfrey III was sitting behind his desk in his study, it once belonged to his grandfather but the man had retired and decided to hand off his study to his grandson. Godfrey I had just walked in and asked him to keep his husband company, Godfrey had told his grandfather that he was too busy and had gone back to work. Godfrey I stormed out of his grandsons study the best he could and stormed into the grand living room, spotting his grandson in law and his great-granddaughter in law. " How do you live with Frey? He's always in his study and he hard,y gives you any time anymore," the elder Godfrey said as he wobbled over to the couch with his walking stick. Godfrey III sat guiltily in his chair, he knew that as of late, his husband wasn't doing all too well and that he should try to be there for him in his time of need. While deep in thought, the sound of his daughter babbling brought his eyes to snap up and see Carmison pacing up and down the hall, he could tell that just moments ago the man suffered yet another flashback. If it hadn't been for his grandfather, Godfrey would have never known about the terrifying horrors that Carmison has had to live through. Godfrey watched the man before he abruptly stood from his desk and made his way out of his study, " Carrie?" he afrecfionally called his husband.
Carmison could hear his grandfather-in law complaining from an entire village over. He laughs and watches the man walk to the couch. "it's alright, Godfrey, he's just busy" he tells him patiently. Cherry garbs at Carmison's face and pulls his cheeks from here an there and Carmison laughs and pulls away from the girl," aren't you a devilish bay girl, aren't you?" he coos at his baby. Camrison smiles fondly down at his daughter and he sighs once again. It was getting late and Cherry needed her sleep but she has been up into the late night hours from the past three days because of the storm. Carmison raises an eyebrow and turns his attention to Godfrey in his study," you know I hate that nickname" he calls out to him. His footsteps sounded like canons as he walks down the hallway into Godfrey's study. He adjusts Cherry in his arm and gives Godfrey a smile," you should take a break." he whispers to the younger vampire. He missed holding his husband since he was cooped up in this room since the morning.
Godfrey mumbled something incoherent and didn't bother responding clearly to the other elder, he watched as the man walked back down the hallway where Frey's study lay. Godfrey III stood there and watched as Carmisom approached him, " You love it when I call you that," Godfrey replied back before gently tapping Cherry on the nose, he cooed at her and babbled nonsense before looking up at Carmison. " Ask a butler to bring Cherry's crib into our grandfather's room," Godfrey murmured slightly as he raised a hand and brushed hair away from Carmison's eyes, " He can keep her company tonight during the storm, you and I need to have a serious talk," Godfrey said, he dropped his hand.
(( im also very tired lol. Goodnight. Ill reply in tbe morning ))
Carmison smiles at his husband showing affection to his daughter and laughing with her. Cherry clapped her hands at Frey's little poke and she lets out a loud squeal. Frey wasn't obligated to love Carmison's daughter and he wasn't obligated to act like a father towards her. But Frey loved Cherry just as much as he did and Carmison was thankful for that. That quality about Frey made Carmison love the man even more. Carmison closes his eyes as Frey brushes his hair out of his face. As soon as Frey opened his mouth, Carmison knew where this was going. He nods at Frey's request and he turns to Cherry and kisses his overly round cheek. He walks back to where Godfrey was sitting on the couch and he places her on the ground in front of him," if you don't mind, Godfrey" he whispers and stands up straight before he heads back to where Frey was standing. He takes Frey by the hand and leads him up to their room.
(( Just gonna stick to calling him Frey, it will be easier on the both of us XD ))
Cherry might not be his by blood but who ever said family ended in blood? There was a special place in his heart for Cherry, he thought of her as his own daughter; even though he wasn't obligated to be a father to this girl, he felt like one and it was the greatest feeling of all times. Future Boyfriends beware. Frey chuckled at her clapping and squealing, she was an adorable thing and looked somewhat like her father. He turned serious and looked at Carmison, when the man vanished to hand off Cherry to their grandfather, he took this moment to clean up his study and put things away. Godfrey looked up from a book when Carmison came back, he opened his mouth to say something but the male was already on his way back to Frey. " Your Dad has your father wrapped around his finger, I swear," Godfrey murmured as he picked up the tiny half-vamp and began bouncing her up and down on his knee before cradling her in his arms.
Frey allowed his husband to lead him up to their bedroom.
Carmison still heard what the old man said and he shook his head, hiding a small smile. He couldn't deny that Frey had him under his powerful hold. Carmison leads Frey up the stairs and he opens the door to their bedroom and allows Frey in. Once the both of them were inside, he closes the door and locks it so no one would disturb them. Carmison turns around to face his husband and he makes two long strides to get to him. He holds Frey's face into the palm on his hands and he places a passionate kiss against Frey's lips. Carmison hadn't kissed his lover this entire day and he felt somehow naked and vulnerable without Frey's kisses. Carmison was absolutely head over heals for this man and he doubted Frey felt the same way. Carmison shouldn't have forced Frey to marry him. He acted on impulse but he doesn't regret being married to Frey.
Frey hadn't been able to touch his husband all day, it honestly scared him on how long he could go without touching Carmison. Frey had heard his grandfather, and honestly, he didn't really agree with that because Carmison hardly ever listened to Frey when he asked him to do something or told him to do something. It normally took Frey hours to get Carmison to stop lazing around and do something. Frey was surprised when he felt Carmison's lips on his own, however, his surprise did not stop him from kissing the older male back. While he might have been angry at Carmison for a complete year after their marriage, he couldn't deny that he was absolutely in love with Carmison. Even when he was forced into the marriage, he was still in love with the man; he wrapped his arms around Carmison's neck, bringing the male closer.
Carmison places his hand on Frey's lower back and he leans closer, pressing his body to his husband's. Frey has been busy all day and Carmison gave him his space and he was with Cherry all day. All that Carmison wanted now was to get tangled up in between Frey's legs. After minutes of kissing, Carmison finally pulls away but not before he presses another kiss to Frey's forehead. Carmisonwalks to the armoire and he opens the doors. He takes off his shirt and places it neatly on the hanger. He turns around to look at Frey and raises an eyebrow," what do you want to talk about?" he asks. He wasn't really in the mood to talk or discuss anything. Whenever he had those flashbacks, he wasn't in the mood to do anything but sleep. Or go out and take his sorrows away with something or someone. Not that he ever cheated and he would never cheat. He took his sorrows out on people through fights. It was a pretty effective cure for his sadness, since he won almost every fight.
Frey savoured every bit of the kiss before Carmison pulled away, he watched the older vampire as he approached the armoire cabinet, he admired Carmison's back muscles as the male put away his shirt. Frey snapped out of his thoughts when Carmison turned around and asked what he wanted to talk about; " You told me that you would tell me everything about yourself when we first made love, but yet, you couldn't manage to tell me the terrifying horrors that you went through when you were younger?" Frey asked gently as he approached Carmison and took ahold of the older male's hands, leading him over to their bed. " Carmison, when you have those flashbacks, I want to know what you're seeing and I want to be there to help you block them out, I can't stand watching you have them and not being able to do anything in order to not accidentally upset you, Cherry can sense that you aren't okay, I know she can," Frey murmured as he rubbed his thumbs across the backside of Carmison's hands.
Carmison faces his lover and he wanted to turns back around and walk out of the room entirely. He hated talking about his flashbacks and he certainly didn't want to discuss his past with his husband. Carmison doesn't take off his pants seeing as he was lead away from the armoire and he follows Frey to the bed. Carmison looks down at the interlocked hands and he watches Frey's thumb on the back of his hands. The motions soothed him enough so that he wouldn't walk out of the room in anger and slam the door behind him. But Carmison was tempted to leave the room and walk out into the rain and the storm. He wanted to do anything possible to avoid having this discussion.
"Sit," Cameron finally says with a sigh and he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling his husband down next to him. Carmison pulls his hands away and he grips the bedpost as he looks down at his shiny black shoes," It's not something I talk about, Frey... and it's not something that I want to share with you. I might, in time. But for now, just don't bring it up" he tells him with a commanding tone.
Frey told Carmison about the horrors he went through a child, the humans he watched die at the hands of his parents, the pleading looks the younger ones gave as they silently asked for help. He told of the humans he was forced to kill, the blood that splattered over his face when he bit into them, the cheers his parents shouted when he did that. Frey wanted to be there for Carmison during his times of need, considering that Carmison was always there for Frey when Frey went through his flashbacks. The older male was always there to comfort him at night when Frey would wake up screaming his lungs out, the older male was there when Frey went through his own flashbacks and had to be coaxed out of a corner. Frey wanted to be there to help Carmison and Carmison didn't understand,
" I'm sorry Carrie, but you know I can't do that," Frey said from his spot on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to Carmison as the man gripped the bedpost. " You are going through something similar as I am, and I am not letting my husband suffer through it on his own when he never once let me suffer my horrors on my own," Frey said as he stood up. " You need to learn that I love you, that I will do everything I can to protect you, that I will always, and I mean always be on your side no matter what," Frey continued. Frey's eyes were watering and a single tear rolled down his cheek, " If you don't understand why I am so persistent about wanting to help you with the flashbacks and nightmares, then....you know what, I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight," Frey said as he brushed harshly past Carmison.
He stopped in the doorway and turned to look at Carmison, " I married you to make our grandfather happy, you already know that, but do you realise that perhaps I actually married you because I still loved you?" Frey said softly before walking away, his shoes hitting the marble floor. Big fat tears rolled down his eyes as he entered the grand living room, where his grandfather still held Cherry in his arms. " Can I hold my daughter granddad?" Frey asked softly, Cherry always made him happy.
Godfrey saw his grandson, the first think the noticed were the tears, " The idiot," Godfrey said with a shake of his head, he handed Cherry off to his grandson. Frey smiled softly and took Cherry into his arms, he held her close to his chest, " I love you Cherry, you're the only person who hasn't hurt me today," Frey said as his grandfather left the room, probably going to bed.
(( haha! finally a long post ))
(( XD))
Carmison remains silent through Frey's rambling. He wanted to reach out and told hold his husband and pulls him close. He wanted nothing more than to fall into bed with Frey on top of him and to tell him of all the things he sees during his flashbacks. But Frey didn't understand. The more Carmison thought about his past and the more he talked about it, the longer and more frequent his flashbacks become. Carmison couldn't explain that enough to Frey. It just went into one ear and out the other with that boy. Carmison watches his leave and he huffs in anger. He stands up and roughly takes off his shoes and his pants and he throws them in the armoire, however they went in.
Carmison didn't know whether to go after Frey and make up with him or grab him by his hair and drag him back to the bedroom. Carmison felt guilty everytime Frey mentioned that he only married him to make his grandfather happy. He didn't need to be reminded of that every damn day. Carmison takes a seat on his and Frey's bed and he rests his elbows on his knees. He places his head in his hands and runs his fingers through his hair. Carmison never understood Frey's mood swings. He would go from understanding to annoyed to angry in less than a few seconds. It was like he was dating a woman who was on her period 24/7. Carmison sometimes wanted to just take his cloak and disappear away from the house and go back to the days when he lived by himself. Life was much easier then when he wasn't responsible for his husband and his daughter.
Carmison shakes his head and he stands up. He makes his way outside and to the kitchen to grab water before he could head to the grand living room to talk to Frey. He needed to make up with his husband and convince him to not sleep on the couch. If Frey couldn't stand sleeping on the same bed with him then it was best if Carmison was the one who slept on the couch. He was only in his underwear but he didn't mind and no one in the house minded either. They were all family and they were open with eachother. He drink a glass full of water before he makes his way to the grand living room.
Frey could hear Carmison moving around the home, he cradled Cherry close to his chest and closed his eyes for a few moments before he relaxed and looked over at Carmison when he came into the grand living room. " I'm sorry Carrie, I terribly sorry," Frey automatically apologised, " I just care so much about you and I hate seeing you like this," Frey said quietly, he had managed to get the girl to fall asleep and now he didn't want to wake her up. Frey didn't bother looking at Carmisom anymore, he looked down at Cherry and pressed his forehead against hers, " There are still so many things you don't know about my childhood and I can't handle telling you about any of them because I can't bear to relive through the memories, I understand that you're the same way with your past," Frey mumbled as he rocked Cherry, he walked over to the window, watching as the storm raged on.
(( and it's short again ;( ))
For moments, Carmison crosses his arms and leans against the door frame of the living room. He watches his husband hold his daughter and lull her to sleep. A soft smile appears on Carmison's lips and he forgot all about the argument he and Frey had moments ago. HE also noticed that grandpa wasn't there anymore. Carmison nods at Frey's apology and he walks closer to the two. Carmison stands directly behind them and he looks out the window also, watching the storm. He wraps his arms around Frey from behind and rests his chin on the man's shoulder. He peers down at his sleeping baby girl and smiles at the sight. Everytime he looked at her, she was wide away like an eye-eye and jumping around. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. Carmison nods and he places a kiss on Frey's shoulder," I know... In time, you'll know everything, but please stop pushing me to open up about my past" he tells him in a quiet whisper. He also didn't want to wakeup Cherry from her much needed sleep
Frey closed his eyes when Carmison wrapped his arms around him and rested his chin on his shoulder, sometimes he wondered if Carmison was even real or if his mind created someone just to keep him sane and company. If he could breathe, his breath would have hitched when Carmison kissed his shoulder, " Look, you can't ask me to stop pushing you about opening up about your past," Frey began, he looked down at Cherry for a single moment before looking up into Carmison's reflection. " I care about you Carrie, I love you, I want to protect you from everything I can, but if you don't want me to keep asking about it, I wont, but I can't promise I wont in the future," Frey added.
Carmison looks up and he meets his husbands eyes through the reflection in the window." yes baby" he agrees and he kisses Frey's shoulder once more. Carmison unwraps his arms from around Frey's shoulder and he turns to walk back to their bedroom. He turns around and extends his hand out for Frey to take. It was getting late and he could tell Frey was tired. Carmison spent every waking moment watching his husband and caring for him. He knew when Frey was angry or when he was exhausted and Carmison made sure he was there to help his husband. He might be lazy and a little cruel or rough at times but he made sure that only love, patience, and care was shown to his family.
Frey nodded and he slightly whimpers at the loss of Carmison's touch, but he managed a small smile when Carmison kissed his shoulder once again. " Let me go put her in her crib, I'll meet you in bed," Frey said to his husband, smiling softly in his direction before he headed towards a large hallway, it was the only hallway that held just one room that belonged to Godfrey I. Frey always felt some sort of angelic presence when he came into the hallway and his grandfather claimed that it was a sacred hallway, Frey didn't believe that. He heard singing coming from his grandfathers room and he knocked before he entered, watching as his grandfather pauses in playing the piano. " Didn't know you could play," Frey whispered as he laid Cherry down gently in her crib, he watched the one year old with such love in his eyes.
Godfrey chuckled, " You don't know a lot of things young one," Godfrey answered before going back to playing the piano, resorting to a slow and gentle song to soothe the baby while she slept. " Don't be too loud tonight, sometimes it's not the storm that wakes the baby, its you and Carmison, tell -," Godfrey started, only to stop when Frey held up a hand. " Don't continue that sentence if you want to live Grandpa, I will tell Carmison to be quiet, unless he's already listening in," Frey said with a smirk before turning around and pressing a kiss to Cherry's cheek. With that, he quietly sped out of the bedroom, shutting th door quietly behind him.
Carmison nods at that and he makes his way to their bedroom. He paces around for a few seconds before he decides to get in bed. He quickly discards his last piece of clothing and he pulls the covers back and gets in. If he felt the cold, he would be freezing. But Carmison was a vampire and he couldn't feel the weather. However, his half human daughter wasn't vulnerable so they kept a fire burning wherever she went. Carmison smiles at the thought. The entire family was centered around his little cookie and she was the one that managed everything. She was the queen of the household and they all did her bidding. Carmison scoffs at the thought and he settles back against the headboard.
Frey stopped in the middle of the grand hallway and he looked around at all the walls, the paintings of each and every man or woman that lived in the very mansion as the head of the home. Frey had to admit, his family was quite handsome, he could see where they all got their delightful genes, He sighed softly and looked at the blank space across from his painting, soon that space would be covered with Carmisons painting. Frey remembered when his grandfather told him about how every Francis' painting was painted and then hung up a year or two after the marriage. It's been three years and the painter that painted his painting had yet to arrive in the village. He let out a shaky non-breath and sped to his bedroom, where he was met with quite a sight, "Well, Well, look at you my sexy and very tasty looking husband, ready to finally have some fun?" Frey murmured as he closed the door behind him and began striping of his clothes, only his pants and shirt.
(( lol, very commanding ;) ))
Carmison picks up a book he's been indulging into for the past couple days. It was a large collection of stories by a poet. The author was unknown but his poetry and his fine narrating captivated Carmison. Carmison found the book to ease him mind and help him ignore the growing uneasiness at the back of his mind. Every corner he turned, Carmison felt like something horrible was going to happen. He finally settled down and now he has a family and he has all the money and he has power and all the love. Something horrible was bound to happen to ruin Carmison's happens. Evilness and bad luck follows Carmison wherever he goes, waiting for the right time to strike. Carmison just hoped nothing would happen to his family. Carmison hears the creak of the wooden door as Frey enters. Carmison folds the corner of the page he left off at and he places the book down on the nightstand by the bed. He smiles up at his husband and watches the man strip down his clothes. He pulls the covers back, waiting for Frey to get it. They had the night to themselves since Cherry was sleeping in Godfrey I's room.
Frey neatly placed his clothes in the armorie, he made his way over to his bed in quick long strides, he slipped into bed beside Carmison and smiled softly at his husband. " He wouldn't stop talking about how loud we were at night," Frey said to Carmison, chuckling softly. He moved to straddle the older male and he gently captured Carmison's lips with his own, he kissed Carmison gently and passionately. He missed being able to always kiss Carmison, but with his job and running the family home, Frey hardly had any time to be with Carmison intimately.
Carmison watches his husband with a loving gaze. Every move Frey made sent electric shocks throughout Carmison's body. He was head over heals for the man and Carmison doubted Frey loved him back as much as Carmison loved him. Carmison wraps his arms around Frey and helps him to get on his lap in a comfortable position. Carmison chuckles lowly at that and shakes his head. The old man was meddling and teasing them about their business again. It was just in his nature to complain about their loudness in bed. Carmison was thankful Frey kissed him and Carmison moved his lips against his husband, channeling every ounce of love and passion into the kiss. He couldn't keep his hands off of Frey any more and he runs his hands up and down his husband's sides and his backside.
Frey couldn't help but moan into kiss as he felt Carmison's hands running along his sides and his back, he pressed his chest into the body beneath him. His touches burned Frey as they roamed around his body and to say that Frey throughly enjoyed it was an understatement. No matter what or where Carnison touched, the touch would always burn Frey and leave some kind of mark that didn't fade for quite a few hours. He grinned softly against Carmison, needing to hear or feel a moan coming from the man beneath him.
Carmison's body burned with desire for his beautiful husband. They've been married for three years and Carmison had the opportunity to memorize Frey's body. He knew every bump and every curve on the man's body. He could blindly point out every mole, scar, and stretch mark on Frey's body. Carmison loved Frey for all he is. Carmison groans in pleasure at Frey's motions and he places his hands on his hips to speed up his actions. Carmison's lips latch into Frey's neck and he kisses the area all the way up to his ear. " Frey" he groans, loving the sound of his husband's name.
(( should this move somewhere else, like PM? ))
(( it's getting hot and heavy, so yes))
Frey went to stretch but ended up falling right off the edge of the bed and onto the floor with a very loud thud, he could hear the faint sound of Cherry crying and the faint sound of his grandfather rummaging around for something to give Cherry. Frey grunted as he pushed himself off the ground, he walked over to the armoire and snatched his silk bathrobe from the door, he wrapped it around himself. Round Two of last nights events had been way rougher and way harsher than Round One had been, and as a result, Frey had ended up being sore all over when he first woke. But after falling onto the floor this morning, he was even sorer than he was supposed to be. Cherry's crying got louder as he neared the kitchen, he yawned and watched as his father scoured the pantry for something he could feed to Cherry. Frey walked over and picked up Cherry, " Hello baby," Frey murmured sweetly and quietly to the little girl.
Carmison felt the absence of Frey by his side and he immediately woke up and sat up in bed. He was in a panic as he looked around the room for his lover. He pushes aside the blanket and he hurries out of the bedroom. He was totally stark naked but he couldn't worry about his decency when his family could be in danger. And the sound of his little girl crying promoted his theory further. Carmison stumbles into the kitchen hurriedly and his shoulders relax when he sees that they were all together and they were all fine. This wasn't the first time Carmison woke up like that. Whenever Frey wasn't with him, he would wake up in a panic and believe that the worst happened to his family. That fate finally found him and screwed up yet another relationship. Carmison now slowly walks up to his husband and daughter and wraps an arm around both. He places a kiss on Frey's forehead as he gazes down at Cherry," good morning, loves" he whispers.
Frey always forgot what happened when he wasn't with Carmison, and when he heard the frantic movements of his husband, he immediately felt guilty. Frey turned immediately when Carmison stumbled into the kitchen, he watched as the elder made his way over to him and Cherry. He leant into Carmison's arms before he felt a kiss on his forehead, " Sorry for not being in bed when you woke up, Cherry was crying and I was afraid something was wrong," Frey whispered. He grinned when Cherry stopped crying as soon as she realised Carmison was there. " Hey Cutie," Frey murmured before nuzzling the young girl's cheek.
Carmison breathes a sigh of relief and thanks whatever god up there that his theories weren't true and that his family was okay. He nods in understanding and he wraps his arm around Frey," it's okay baby" he whispers in the man's ears. He looks down at their babbling angel and he laughs," good morning, little lion" he chuckles over at her and he pokes his nose. Cherry grabs his finger into her tiny hands and waves his finger around as she squeals in delight. Carmison settles with a soft gaze of adoration down at his baby daughter and he pokes her again with the finger she had a death grip on.
Godfrey had vanished from the kitchen when he realised the entire family was there, the first thing he noticed was that Carmison was stark naked. The man had wobbled to his grandson's bedroom to fetch Carmison a robe to wrap around his body, Frey might enjoy looking at Carmison all naked and beautiful, but Godfrey preferred to look at his grandson-in-law while he was clothed. So he returned with a robe, identical to Frey's, " Hey, naked and beautiful, why don't you cover yourself," Godfrey suggested as he wobbled over to the couple and handed Carmison the robe.
Frey smiled in relief, he laughed when Cherry grabbed onto Carmison's finger after the man had poked her nose. He watched her as she waved it around and squealed in delight, he couldn't help but wish that he had his own daughter, one related to him by blood. It pained him a little bit to know that he would never have his own child, however, for as long as Cherry lives, he would consider her his own. Before he got lost in his thoughts, his grandfather reappeared with an identical bathrobe in his hand, that's when Frey noticed that Carmison was naked. He carefully manoeuvred Cherry and then used one hand to hide his snickers and giggles. He then covered Cherry's eyes as he stepped back, " Did you just call Carmison, naked and beautiful?" Frey asked his grandfather.
" I won't deny that Carmison is beautiful," Godfrey answered before shaking the robe in his hand, " Go on Carmison, cover yourself up," Godfrey said.
2) someone comes to kill Carmison
3)werewolves surround the house, wanting to get rid of the vampires
4) any other idea you may have
(( there would be much more drama if someone kidnapped Cherry, because all hell would break loose in the Vampire clan ))
Carmison was too focused on his two cuties to notice that Godfrey was in the room with them. A blush makes it's way to his cheeks and his neck. He tries to hide his red face when Godfrey came back with a robe. It was safe to say that Carmison was not one to be ashamed of his body. There wouldn't be anything to be ashamed of anyways, he had a great body and Carmison must admit that. Carmison laughs out loudly at his father-in-law's confession and he leans down and he kisses Frey's temple," don't worry baby, I'm yours" he growls in his ear. He peers down at their daughter and he smiles at the two of them. He pulls away for a moment to walk further inside the kitchen and he takes out things for the pantry," what do you want for breakfast?" he asks. He was planning on going to the strawberry field with Cherry to pick some berries. Carmison looked outside through the grand window across the kitchen and he smiles brightly at the sight of the sun. It appeared the storm has passed and they could go outside. Maybe they could go on a picnic for lunch.
Carmison walks past Frey and he gives him a gentle slap on his ass and continues walking towards their bedroom," go change, we'll go pick strawberries after breakfast and prepare for a picnic outside. It's great weather." he tells him as his whole body relaxed. Maybe it was time to let his guard down for a while to enjoy himself with his family.
Frey was never going to deny that Carmison was more beautiful when he showed off his body, however, he had to deny that he didn't think it was appropriate for Carmison to walk around naked. He smiled softly when Carmison laughed and kisses his temple, he wasn't worried about anything, he knew Carmison was his, there were many ways to prove it. He watched as his husband lakes deeper into the lighten and began taking things out of the pantry, " Eggs, i'm in the mood for Eggs this morning," Frey answered. He too looked outside the grand window across the kitchen, he planned to go out to town that evening and gather a few needed things for the house, maybe even take Carmison on a date or whatever they were called.
He squeaked when Carmison gently slapped his ass, he watched as Carmison left to their bedroom, " I'll change after breakfast, I feel way too comfortable in my robe right now," Frey promised as he sat down and watched Carmison disappear from his view. " But do you think it's safe to bring Cherry out? it's been a little hectic between the Werewolf packs and the Vampire clan...." Frey said, knowing Carmison would hear him.
