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Library, Saturday

The previous night had been very nice. Very, very nice. But now there was something wrong with today.

Some odd little feeling like he'd missed something terribly important.

But that wasn't important now. There were books to shelve.

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That would be why. "It seems Ahura is visiting us from the future!" Medusalith said with forced brightness, her hair twining comfortingly around the boy's hand. "Isn't that nice?" Or insane. One of those.

Yes, he could see where the freaking out would happen. Yes.

Um.

Blackagar stared for a moment, radiating the blankness that came from news like that.

"Yes," Medusalith agreed, looking at him with wide eyes. "Quite." And then she tried, "I swear this isn't how it normally happens?"

How was he to know? He'd never done this before either!

...oh, no. What if the Council got wind of this?

That would be when a slightly concerned child gave both of their minds a gentle prod to see what was going on.

Someone hadn't been taught to read his father's body language, after all.

"I am positive the Council will not punish us for our future child traveling back in time to visit," Medusalith told him, then had to amend that to, "Well. Almost positive, anyway." She looked down at said child. "Yes?"

"Is he upset?"

ISOLATION. IT WAS A TRADITION.

Blackagar frowned at that. He wasn't upset. Well, actually he was. But mostly on behalf of sanity and the danger this could place Medusalith in.

But that wasn't aimed at the child.

He looked a bit like Maximus, did he not?

IT WAS A TRADITION THAT SUCKED.

"No, he's just surprised!" Medusalith assured Ahura. Even if it was kind of a lie. Her hair twitched a bit.

"Well, it makes sense, doesn't it?" Medusalith asked. "He has three-quarters of the same genes as Maximus." And then there was the creepy factor, but mothers never saw that. Perhaps a different haircut would help.

"I am not to speak with him," Ahura said as though repeating something his mother had told him.

A lot.

It was sound advice all around.

Blackagar nodded slowly at him, reaching out to pat the boy on the head. Perhaps Lockjaw could assist in nannying?

~~There, see? Much less creepy already.~~ "Maximus?" Medusalith asked. "Is he very busy? Or, I probably shouldn't ask these things, should I? The future is not for us to know, I suppose." Except for when it came knocking on her door, apparently.

"Yes, do you like Lockjaw?" she asked. Silly question, but she had to check.

"He is acceptable company," Ahura granted them. "I prefer my cousin."

They weren't going to ask who is cousin was. They really weren't.

Blackagar shot her a look and nodded. Lockjaw would do well to keep the boy from harm should they be unable to protect him.

"Yes, I quite agree," Medusalith said to Blackagar.

Oh, look, they were already engaging in the fine tradition of talking over their child's head.

Just like real parents!

Blackagar gave the boy another pat before taking a step back. There were children's books here. He could read quietly until the library closed if he wished.

Medusalith smoothed Ahura's hair back and asked him, "Would you like that?"

It didn't occur to her that he might not have understood.

Ahura blinked at her. Because really. Someone had always told him to be polite with his telepathy.

"Like what, mother?"

...oh. Well, while she'd always known she would be Blackagar's voice, this was a complicating factor she hadn't expected. "Would you like to stay here with your father and look at the human children's books until the library closes?"

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Ahura looked from his mother to his father before nodding. "May I walk around the library as well?"

It was best to ask now, after all.

Medusalith looked to Blackagar to answer that question, as it seemed more appropriate for the one who worked here than the one who showed up to distract him fairly regularly. "I don't see why not?"

As long as he stayed away from the Special Collections! There were things in there that could harm even a royal child.

And Blackagar was oddly protective of what might one day be his son.

That seemed reasonable enough. "As long as you stay away from Special Collections," she told Ahura. "It is a dangerous place."

Just like Uncle Maximus!

"I understand, mother," Ahura replied, slowly letting go of her hair.

"You are a good boy," Medusalith said, looking at him fondly.

...could they keep him?

That would be... almost nice. Blackagar smiled at her, watching the boy wander off into the stacks of books.

The council must have approved then. In the future.

"They must have!" she said brightly. "And he said you were king and I was queen, so...well, I think that's a good sign, don't you? Though I of course wish your father a long and happy reign," she added. "It's just...well, they must have approved." Or neglected to mention the parts they didn't approve. One of those. "And he seems like a darling boy." Leaving aside the creepiness.

He was a telepath. Blackagar was almost certain they were all a bit off.

Reaching out for her arm, he twined his fingers through her hair. Their future looked a bit better.

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