guffawsungraciously | psl time: single dad au edition

[Jasper cannot help but smile at the two of them, because... it really is a precious sight. She really does look even smaller and more delicate in Hendrik’s arms, and it’s so cute to see him so charmed...]

She is absolutely precious, but I suppose that is to be expected. She has clearly inherited my cunning, and it appears the devious little thing has doomed us both to a life of eternal servitude.

[...oh, right, he can’t just stand here as his heart turns to gooey, warm mush looking at the two of them. Hm, right, chest. Fold and organize the spare blankets so she can’t accidentally get twisted up in them... maybe add one or two more. He wants it soft and comfy for her.

...now where does he put it. He was thinking right by his bed, but the window might give her a chill and like hell he’s putting the baby on the floor... maybe... his desk? That’s close to the fireplace, but it’s pretty far from his bed... hmmmmmm.]

I do not recall you being so cunning you could persuade in your sleep. But I suppose the possibility is there.

[His eyes flit over to Jasper at his little joke before he returns his attention to Celestine.

...He's not actually sure how long he stands there, holding her and carefully rocking her once in awhile. Jasper has to prepare his makeshift cradle for her, of course, so he steps away to do that...

When he glances back over at his friend, he notices his roaming eyes and thoughtful look.]

What are you thinking about?

Even if that were the case, it is generally expected that children will surpass their parents at some point, is it not?

[...because even for the sake of a joke, he's not going to say he can't... but hm. Hmm, hmm, hmm...]

Well, I suppose you can lend your expertise to selecting a suitable location for her to sleep tonight. I am not sure where it would be best to set her for now.

[...he'll probably need to do some rearranging when he gets a proper crib, but...]

I do not want her too far from my bed, of course.

Surpassed the first day you met her. Heavens, Jasper, do not sell yourself short.

[He makes the amused remark even as he considers his friend's quarters, wandering over in the direction of the divider. It really hasn't changed much over the years, so he looks over at the other furniture available in the room.]

If you move the table or the chair over here, you could have her situated at the foot or the bed or against the wall.

[He then looks at the dividing screens that Jasper uses to section off his room.]

You could probably use a divider or something similar to give her a little area of her own.

She does presently have the physical advantages in that department, in terms of being very small and adorable.

[and then Jasper's inferiority complex expanded to his baby as well.]

Ah, about the divider... I was thinking about adding that to the list of things to pick up tomorrow. Putting the table against the wall ought to work, though.

[He'll start moving the supplies and food to the desk, then, so he can start moving the table.]

[Hendrik follows Jasper back to the center of the room, mostly to get out of the way when it comes time to move the table. He slows down when he hears the baby lightly fuss in his arms, turning his attention to her and watching as she turns her head against his chest. He murmurs a quiet "Apologies, little one" to her and stays still for now so she doesn't have to deal with his lumbering movements.]

Given the weather, I would suggest you look for hats for her tomorrow. I, ah, would hope they sell such things along with the furniture.

...ah, yes. I imagine I will want a few changes of clothes for her regardless.

[Good. The table is cleared off. It's fairly light, so he can pick it up and move it without much difficulty and/or scuffing the floor, so he'll start over... and when he sets the table down against the wall, a thought strikes him.]

...good Goddess, Hendrik. I can dress her however I like and she will be powerless to object, and she will likely not care what it looks like anyway so long as it is soft and comfortable.

[He thinks a little longer about it. He hasn't really paid that much attention to baby fashion, but... he's pretty sure he's seen some babies with really cute hat designs in passing in the past...]

Well, I hope the outfits they have on display are suitably adorable so that I may be permitted to go mad with power. They must have animal hats out there...

[...oh, wait, he can see her wiggling a bit. He heads on over to... well... hover awkwardly a bit, actually...]

Is she doing alright? Should I take her back...?

[Keeping an eye on the baby in his arms, Hendrik watches as Jasper carries the table across the room. He raises a brow as Jasper starts chattering happily about baby clothes, for a brief moment considering just how surreal this entire evening has been. While it doesn't make up for the years of not interacting, it oddly enough comforts him to know they can still talk like this.

He snorts a little at the mention of animal hats, but doesn't get a chance to comment before Jasper is drawn over to by her wriggling in his arms.]

Ah, she did not seem to like me walking around, so I stopped. Once you set up her bed, I can give her back to you.

[Celestine's little fists open, gripping as much as baby fingers can to the front of Hendrik's coat.]

...I just remembered something about needing baby mittens as well. Apparently one of my older sisters scratched her face as her fingernails started to grow. Another item to think about buying.

Ah, I see.

[Jasper relaxes a bit at the clarification.]

I am glad it is nothing serious, then.

[.........she's so cute...... wait, no, he can't get distracted, he needs to take the chest over to the table. So, he'll do that, but...]

I will put that on the list as well.

[......little mittens........ ah, this sounds so cute... but in any case, he pauses after making an adjustment or two, then looks back to Hendrik.]

Should she be bathed before I put her to bed, do you think...?

[Hendrik considers, finding himself finally realizing that Jasper is asking for his recommendations for the baby. It ... probably shouldn't be too surprising by now after he's asserted himself all over the place tonight, but Jasper's never asked for his advice before this.

His brows knit together in as he thinks back.]

I do not think so, no. Not when she is asleep. There will be plenty of opportunity once she wakes up.

[He smiles wryly as he carefully walks over to join Jasper by the table so he can offer Celestine over to him.]

Before you know it, she will keep you very busy when she is awake.

[Jasper gingerly takes Celestine and looks her over. She’s calmed down and seems to have gone back to sleeping peacefully, though he rocks her a bit to be sure.]

I am certain I would be able to smell if she needed changed, at the very least.

[...he tries not to sniff too loudly, as that would be kind of weird even if it’s for her general well-being. She does not smell off at the moment, at least.]

And I am certain she will occupy most of my time. Well, I suppose it cannot be that much worse than some of the chores we had to do when we were children.

[...then again, he’d done his best to avoid stable duty. Though, that made it a perfect punishment for when he and Hendrik were actually caught getting into trouble, so it happened perhaps less often than it could have but more often than he would’ve liked...]

[Of course, the "perfect punishment" also turned into a, uh, life skill for taking care of a horse. Or maybe that was Hendrik's brain trying to find some positive in a literal crappy situation.

...Aside from that...]

It sounds like you have already found some upsides, in any case. I am sure you will find her the cutest outfits available.

[It's funny to imagine Jasper enthusiastically jumping into such aspects of parenthood.]

Do you think you will need anything else for tonight? Not simply for her, but for yourself.

Oh, I absolutely will. You can be certain of that.

[...Hendrik will probably be spending a not insignificant amount of time with her while Jasper prepares to spoil the shit out of her... well, in any case, he gingerly sets Celestine down in her makeshift cradle and keeps an eye on her for a few seconds. She does wiggle a bit again, but it’s fairly brief, as she quickly yawns and dozes right back off. She’s had probably the busiest, most exhausting day she’s experienced since the day she was born and she’s very tired.

Ahhh, he wonders if she’ll still be this cute when he’s up at some ungodly hour because she needs food... well, after gently patting her on the forehead, Jasper turns to Hendrik, the smile not completely gone from his face.]

Well, you could always get out the goblets and we could finish off that bottle together, perhaps.

[...because it’d be nice to have some other conversation with Hendrik now that the baby isn’t completely monopolizing things. He has an opportunity to spend a little more time with his friend, and he isn’t about to waste it.]

[Truthfully, Hendrik had asked his question because things were winding down and it seemed like a good time to perhaps stop intruding, considering the late hour and his own encroaching thoughts. So when Jasper turns to look back at him, still smiling...

...

He scratches the back of his neck. The offer is tempting. He can't deny that he's found himself missing his old friend's company the longer they've interacted today.]

Ah... If you are not opposed to company this late, then I would be pleased to take up your offer.

[And. Um. He had said to get out the goblets? Would that be in the same place he had grabbed the tea set pieces? He should go look. instead of looking awkwardly at Jasper.]

I would not, no. It is not as though you have not kept me company later than this in the past.

[...sure, it’s not like they’re kids anymore, and he imagines Hendrik hasn’t cried himself to sleep in quite some time, but still. That makes it even less of an impediment. He sits back down on his chaise and... sort of collapses into a lounge.]

They are on the shelf above where the tea set was.

[...well, maybe it’s less of a lounge and more like he’s finally had the adrenaline wear off and is now in the position you’d expect of a romantic poet who’d recently been dumped, because he can’t do anything without at least a bit of melodrama. But you know.]

[It's probably not fair to make the comparison to when they were children, given he was actually staying over and sleeping in Jasper's bed more often than not in those days. Such was the reality of getting used to sleeping with somebody nearby and relying on that to keep childhood fears at bay.

But if Jasper wanted to allude to that time, he wasn't about to argue the point.

He walks over to the cabinet and opens it up again, a little embarrassed to note that the set of wine goblets are basically at eye level for him. He must have been rather distracted wanting to warm up the milk for the baby.

Gathering two of the goblets and shutting the cabinet behind him, Hendrik walks over to hand Jasper one of them. He pauses, glancing at the space vacated by the table before pulling up one of the chairs to sit closer to the chaise.

Once seated, he finds himself scrounging for topics that do not fall into the "awkward" or "too late to be polite" categories.

He fails rather spectacularly.]

So ... er, how are you doing?

[Jasper does manage to sit up a bit to take his goblet, but he still wants to lounge. So, you know, reasonably casual like, but not going to spill wine all over himself when he goes to take a drink.

...

He stares at his goblet at the question, then turns to Hendrik.]

...what, do you mean outside of this?

[...

He stares at his wine a bit more. He considers actually going into it, since he's at least somewhat certain he was stressed and distracted enough to mix up his contraceptive accessory with some similar bangle and not notice the whole vacation...

...

Hahaha, what's talking about his actual feelings even outside of the fact that he doesn't want to talk about the king being possessed? Granted, that's the elephant in the room, since it's the thing that's been fucking with everything else.

...and even if Hendrik still feels like Hendrik, like he hasn't actually decided he's better than Jasper, except maybe he sort of does because he's obviously better at childcare, he's still lagging so far behind because he's still some rank and file knight and Hendrik's a general...

...

Oh, he's been staring at his drink for a while without actually saying anything. Uh. Hm.]

Well enough, I suppose.

[......ssssip.]

[The way the silence stretches on as Jasper ponders the question makes Hendrik nervous, second-guessing his decision to ask a question -- and, well, to stay over at all. Strange how he can feel so nervous about something so innocuous. Somehow, the presence of the baby made him feel more comfortable about the situation, as if she was a ... buffer for...

A buffer for their lack of actual conversation in a handful of years.

Ah. There it is. There's the underlying reason why he suddenly feels nervous.]

Oh. I see.

[Nothing Jasper cared to share. That's how he interprets the answer.

He reaches for the wine bottle, set on the floor because of the lack of table, and half-fills his goblet.

...Maybe he should just ... rip off that bandage and get it out there.]

I, er, I feel as if I should apologize. For falling out of touch.

[Jasper resists the urge to snap back in anger, because...

...

He's not sure, really. Gratitude, maybe. Hendrik had been a lot of help tonight, so there's no reason to be rude. So he'll just keep staring at his goblet...]

It was only to be expected. You have gone on to bigger and better things, and I am sure your duties take up much of your time.

[..............oh huh that did sound kind of bitter, didn't it. Oops. He takes another sip and works on trying to apply another layer of emotional repression onto his insecurities so he doesn't completely lay into a man who's been nothing but pleasant and helpful this evening.]

[Well, there goes anything resembling the comfortable atmosphere of a few minutes ago. Good work, Sir Hero.

But Jasper is trying to explain away the situation, and that somehow feels multiple times worse than the uncomfortable tension in the air.]

If it is to be expected, it is only because I set a precedent for allowing work to take up all of my time.

[He turns the goblet around between his fingers, staring at the barely-moving liquid as he tries to put together more words.]

...I may be out of the city more often these days, but it does not excuse not stopping by to at least say good morning when I am here. We used to be part of each other's routine.

[It's a silly little thing, just walking across the hallway to say good morning before comparing schedules for the day. Something he's taken for granted.

But he must have convinced himself that their schedules were too different now. Or that he would somehow bore or offend Jasper with his different obligations.]

[...it is nice to hear an apology, at least. He wishes it had come sooner, but Hendrik... well... at least it was nothing overly judgmental. No one had outright confronted him over certain things he was sure half the castle secretly blamed him for, but...

Sigh. Jasper should probably at least admit to himself that hearing Hendrik talk about all his new important duties would leave him feeling frustrated and inadequate, but he has to admit, it would probably be better than feeling like he was alone. And, well, honestly...]

...It is not as though there was some insurmountable barrier keeping me from checking in on you, either. Honestly, I must have forgotten how intently focused you can get at times... if there is no one to redirect you, you may find yourself running right into a wall one of these days.

[It’s at least more good humored than his last statement, if nothing else. Though, now that he’s thinking things through a bit, he has to wonder...]

I must admit, even with times as they are, I am somewhat concerned about how hard the king is working you, if you are this occupied. Have you at least been given adequate assistance?

[He does think that Hendrik is probably more of a useful idiot than a threat in the demon’s eyes, but at the same time, he does have to wonder...]

I am not that bad...

[Hendrik grimaces at the terribly accurate observation of his behavior, forcing himself to look away from the wine goblet to at least meet the remark head-on. Jasper's expression is, at the very least, not as severe as he imagined it could be.

He takes a long drink of his wine, sighing to himself as he focuses on that bit of "somewhat concern."]

Adequate assistance? I-- ah, inherited the former general's vice chief of staff, so he is ensuring campaigns go according to plan.

[It really was a major blow to Heliodor's army to lose both its general and chief of staff in Dundrasil. How they managed to scrabble any of the Heliodorian retinue into escaping the overrun kingdom was truly a miracle.

He quietly eyes Jasper over the lip of his goblet as he takes another drink. He may have saved the King, but he hadn't rallied the troops into action beforehand.]

He is kept awfully busy as well. There is a considerable backlog of reports because of the ... er, suddenness of my promotion and the increased monster activity.

[His vice chief of staff was an older gentleman as well. The increased campaigns and decreased amount of senior knights to watch over the new recruits were constant points of stress for him.]

Ah, right, I do remember hearing that Sir Lazarite’s retirement had been delayed indefinitely.

[Jasper takes another sip of wine and thoughtfully looks up at the ceiling.]

That poor old soul ought to be relaxing at his family’s estate and keeping an eye on his grandchildren by now, not managing your campaigns.

[...

He sighs heavily and shakes his head.]

But very few things are as they ought to be these days.

[Even discounting the hell Jasper was presently in, it was hard not to be... at least a little depressed even three years since the fall of Dundrasil...]

[Hendrik shifts a little in his seat as Jasper turns his gaze upward, an uncomfortable wave of ... something sweeping over him as that last remark echoes in his head. Frustration? Helplessness?

The entire kingdom is struggling. The entire world, if is he honest with himself. It is a wonder that more people are not aware of this encroaching darkness that has permeated the land since the Darkspawn's birth.

But perhaps those are just the thoughts of a man who has been on the battlefield more than his share in the past few years.]

I hate to sound ... alarming on the matter, but things seem like they will only get worse. If the Darkspawn is not found, I cannot see an end to this increased aggression from monsters. I have told Sir Lazarite to think about choosing a successor. Perhaps the heavy snow this year will allow us to remain in place long enough that he can do that.

[Goddess, it’s so awkward knowing it’s already so much worse than Hendrik thinks. Who even knows what the demon on the throne is planning with all of this? He’s certain the thing’s just biding its time for something and ordering expeditions just to keep up appearances, but to what end?

Ahhh, that just reminds him it’s going to be more difficult to research things now to see if there’s any historical clues as to who this demon might be... Maybe when Celestine’s too young to care about content and just wants to hear a soft voice speaking to her, he can read his materials aloud to her. That’s something, perhaps, but...

...and, well, he still wants to assist his friend and the kingdom. For all his frustration at some things Hendrik has done and some ways he’s felt Hendrik has been favored over him by the people of Heliodor, he can’t even imagine losing him, and he knows he’d hate to see the kingdom suffer because their newest general was being overwhelmed by the encroaching darkness.]

Well, I know I do not have the station to do much on my own, but you do know you can ask me for assistance when you need it, do you not? Even if it is not in any official capacity, I am certain I can find some way to ease your burdens.

[...maybe he’ll even put in a recommendation with Sir Lazarite. Chief of staff isn’t exactly his dream position and the idea of working under Hendrik rather than beside him feels kind of humiliating, but hell, he’d take it at this point. He feels so useless as some rank and file knight who occasionally does the demon’s paperwork when he’s too busy... fuck if he knows. Doing demon things, he guesses.

...plus a salary boost wouldn’t hurt, all things considered... like he’s in perfectly fine financial shape to take care of a baby, but some discretionary income would be nice for the both of them.]

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