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lup 🔥 ([personal profile] restinglichface) wrote2017-08-14 09:55 pm

Open rp post!



[Open rp post for Lup,
feel free to start a thread or leave a prompt for me!]
barold: (startled boi)

[personal profile] barold 2018-05-30 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Barry honestly tries to cave as little as possible, tries to be a firm yet gentle authority figure in his daughters' lives. He doesn't want to spoil them--

(yes he does, he'd honestly give them anything they pointed their tiny little fingers at if that meant seeing their beautiful smiles)

-- but sometimes things just happen, okay? Sometimes you've spent a harrowing day tracking down murder cults and teenagers playing with necromancy, and that's always so much paperwork, and at the end of the day you just want a quiet evening with quiet kids not screaming your ears off because they want cake for dinner. Again. Sometimes it's just easier to do cake for dinner, okay?

Thank every god on every plane for Lup. His rock in stormy weather, his partner, his collaborator, his spine when he feels like he has none. She's the perfect mom.

A mom currently getting her hair yanked out by their beautiful daughter they both love so much, still shrieking, kicking her chubby legs with the fury of a little girl scorned. Barry gathers up Lena in his arms and scrambles to his feet.]


Plastic magnifying glass. O-Okay, got it. C'mon, princess, let's go find yer sister a toy, okay? [He continues cooing to Lena as he locates the toy box, stuffed to the brim and overflowing. Yeah, they definitely spoil their kids.] Alright, Lena. Where'd we put that magnifying glass, huh? Where'd uncle Angus hide it, y'think?
barold: (sweet boi)

[personal profile] barold 2018-05-30 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
G-Good idea. I'll go check.

[Because honestly, rooting through the toy box is just a non-starter. No way is he, with his heart in his throat and a baby on his arm, going to find anything in that box before his wife goes bald.

Carrying Lena out of the room on the Quest for the Plastic Offering, he leaves Lup with Tilla in her lap, the little girl still screaming her complaints, holding on to her mother's hair for dear life even as she tries to pry her fingers out of it. She can't withstand Lup's strength, of course - Mom is the strongest in the universe - but as her hair slips from her grasp, it doesn't stop her from balling her hands up in little angry fists, writhing in her embrace.

This is horrible. Everything is horrible! She just wants her favorite toy, is that so much to ask? Tilla's had a long day. Everything hurts from crying so much, cheeks red and raw, big fat tears rolling down her grimacing face, throat scratchy from all her angry screaming. Is it excessive? Probably. But she has so few words to voice her complaint, so what better way to express her frustration than an hour-long shriek fest?]


Look what we found! [Barry's whole face is lit up with relief when he comes back into the room, carrying a Lena who's clasping both the blue snuggle plush and the plastic magnifying glass in her hands. Approaching Lup and Tilla, Barry kneels in front of his wife and props Lena up on his lap, bouncing her expectantly.] Okay, Lena, just like we promised. Wanna give your sister th'toy? Wanna share?
barold: (proud boi)

[personal profile] barold 2018-05-31 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Lena deliberates whether or not to give her sister one of the toys or just keep both to herself, and Barry scarcely dares breathing in fear of breaking her concentration. Sharing is so important, and sometimes the twins are really good at sharing their toys, engrossed in a shared play-pretend world where dolls are warriors and plushies are dragons to be slain. Who had the doll first doesn't matter - it's the collaborative dragon slaying that counts.

But other times they're stubborn and selfish, hoarding their toys for themselves, throwing a fit if their sister so much as even looks at their pile. It's something they're trying to break them out of. If they can't even share with each other, how are they going to fare at daycare? At school?

Tilla's cries and wails suddenly still, and a hush falls over the room, only interrupted by the girl's quiet sniffles and Lena happily stuffing the magnifying glass into her mouth, drooling all over it. Barry meets his wife's gaze, his eyes wide, his mouth agape.]


It's like I've never heard silence before. [He's stage-whispering, gaze going between Lup and Tilla. A smile tugs at his lips, relieved and exhausted and so, so loving. Tilla really loves munching on that soggy plush.] Quick, get the camera. I wanna remember this sound fer th'rest of my life.
barold: (soft boi)

[personal profile] barold 2018-07-05 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Does he want to nap? Honestly, with as little sleep as he gets these days, a nap sounds really good right now. Half an hour on the couch while his wife looks after the kids is a luxury he doesn't take for granted anymore.

But he just can't take his eyes off his daughters. Happy, gurgling, seated in their parents' laps, playing with their respective toys, looking so pleased and so peaceful. He can't take his eyes off his wife, the love of his life, with their daughter safe in her arms. She looks so in love.

He can't imagine not spending time with them.]


Nah, I'm good. [Barry runs a big hand over Lena's hair, gently petting her curly, silky strands, tucking her locks gingerly behind her little pointed ears. Then he reaches for Tilla, stroking her chubby cheek, still red and raw from crying. Her dark eyes meet his. She burbles, giggles around her plush, eyes crinkling at the corners with a happy smile.

Barry's heart completely melts. He doesn't want to miss a second of this.]


I wanna spend time with my beautiful girls.

[His hand falls to rest on Lup's thigh then, squeezing, gently stroking. He'll nap when the babies do. For now, he wants to hang out with his family.]