Despite Ollie's long absences, laughter was never very far away in the loft he theoretically shared with his wife and daughter. Half-Fae, Lyneth was developing skills faster than a human baby, already able to sit up and crawl at seven months, and as a result, she could do a lot more with her mother than Piper had expected. No matter how much they did in a day, or how much Lynnie wanted to see Ollie, the baby girl never complained when the sun set and it was time to sleep. As silence fell over the loft, Piper padded through the main room, tidying up the sheets of multicolored hand prints, hanging them to dry before slipping into the kitchen to feed the dog and the parrot. "Hmm," she mused, scratching Loki behind the ears fondly, "maybe I should feed myself, what do you think?"
The sound of Ollie's key slotting in the lock caused the parrot to start squawking loudly and half-fly, half-hop towards the front door." Swinging open, the door revealed the disheveled, scruffy man in question, and the parrot screamed out in a way that had never been heard before in the loft as she headed for the rafters of the place." A deep furrow creased Ollie's brow and he stared up at the bird in utter incomprehension for a moment, as if he'd never before seen his pet." Then he turned that confused look on the dog and then the woman." He stared at them for the span of about fifteen seconds and then very slowly began nodding." "Oh, yes," he said, murmuring mostly to himself." "Poppy, Loki, and Piper."
The sound of the key in the lock brought a smile to Piper's face, but over the past months she'd learned the hard way not to make a fuss of greeting Ollie when he came back. Poppy's screech, however, shocked her into jumping violently, turning to stare up at the bird in amazement. As the deep blue of her gaze slowly turned to look at her husband in surprise, she felt Loki bristle under her hand, and her eyes snapped down to her dog. "Ah, ah," she warned the Malamute sharply, and thought reluctant, Loki settled back to his food. At least there was one animal in the house she had some control over. Shaking the food container, she refilled the dispenser in Poppy's cage. "It's here when you want it, Poppy," was called quietly to the African Grey glaring down at Ollie, and Piper finally met her husband's gaze, wondering what he was muttering about. "I was about to make something to eat," she offered quietly, trying not to let her impatience with his unpredictability show. "Would you like something?"
"Eat," he repeated dully, shuffling forward a step or two into the loft, leaving the door standing wide open behind him." He was wearing the same clothing he'd had on for the past three days and from the appearance of his stubbly cheeks and extremely mussed hair, that was the last time he'd showered as well." His hands and forearms were coated in layers of bright, multicolored paint and there were matching blobs on his shirt and torn jeans." His feet were bare and caked with mud." "Yes," he said after a moment." "I would like this." To eat." Food."
As he stepped inside, Piper found her gaze picking out those not so little details about his appearance, blinking in surprise when he left the door wide open behind him. "All right," she said slowly, wondering if it would be worth the inevitable explosion to broach the subject of his appearance with him. "Well ....it won't be ready for a little while, so you could clean up and shave while you're waiting?" She moved across the loft from the kitchen, stepping past Ollie to close and lock the door herself, her eyes never leaving him in quiet suspicion. "Ollie, are you all right?"
"All right?" he repeated again, using nearly the same tone of voice and inflection as she had just used." "I would like to clean up, yes." With water." In the bathroom." This will make me all right.?" He nodded and in a shuffling, shambling gait headed towards one of the only doors in the house"one that incidentally took him into their bedroom." He stood in the doorway for a moment, his head cocked to one side, giving him a look rather like Loki had when he heard or saw something curious.
Piper stared after Ollie, trying to hold down the uncharitable thought that he'd obviously drunk something more potent than usual. She watched as he paused in the doorway of the bedroom, and decided to help him out a little. "Why don't you go straight into the bathroom," she suggested, moving toward him even as she gestured to the appropriate door, "and I'll find you something clean to wear. Are you going back to the studio tonight?"
"Studio." No, I will not be returning there this night." Perhaps tomorrow.?" He turned and looked down at her, his hand reaching up to gently capture a lock of her shining chestnut hair." "So beautiful," he said absently as he stroked the tresses between his fingers." "Like sunshine on newly turned earth.?" He abruptly dropped the bit of her hair and turned to shuffle towards the other closed door, making a grunt of satisfaction when he discovered that it was the appropriate door this time.
Again, she found herself staring, this time as a slow flush painted her cheeks with the gentle brush of pink that accentuated her complexion's name of English Rose. It had been a long time since Ollie had given her a compliment of any kind, and the way he'd looked at her just then ....the gentleness of his fingers over that lock of her hair ....It had almost been as though he'd never seen her before. "I, um ....I'll bring fresh clothes and a towel in to you," she told him through a small but delighted smile, turning into the bedroom herself in shy amazement.
He nodded, clearly still very distracted by what he found waiting for him in the bathroom." He stared in bewilderment at the faucets on the sink and in the tub, the handle on the toilet, even the bottles of toiletries lined up on the shelves." He bent down, moving like an old, arthritic man, and carefully turned the hot water tap in the tub." When the water began flooding out, he jumped back with a startled yell.
Piper appeared in the doorway quickly, clothes and towels draped over her arm. "Shhhh!" she told him hurriedly, drawing the door closed behind her. "You'll wake Lynnie up, and you know how loud she gets when she's not happy." Setting her armful of cloth down, she leaned over automatically and adjusted the flow of water until it was at a temperature that wasn't going to remove his skin. Straightening, she found herself face to face with her husband. "Ollie, you're behaving very strangely, you know."
"I am sorry, Piper." I have had a very trying day." I will try to do better.?" He gave her a smile that was very nearly normal for him before he began removing his clothing.
Relieved to see that smile, Piper dared to curl her hand to his cheek, ignoring the rasp of stubble against her palm. "It's wonderful to have you home," she told him fervently, rising onto her toes to brush a gentle kiss to his lips. It wasn't a demanding gesture, not even suggesting a want for more; it was just Piper showing her love for her husband in a brief moment of vulnerability before stepping back. "I'll see what?s in the fridge."
"One moment," he said, taking her elbow gently." "This thing you've just done." This putting your mouth against mine." It is something that people do when they are feeling affection towards another." Does this mean you are feeling affection for me?"
Piper's eyes widened, her surprise showing once again as she lifted a hand to tuck her sable hair back behind her ear. "Ollie, I love you," she said in a disbelieving tone. "You know that, I've told you and shown you as much as I can. You can't stand there and tell me you don't know what a kiss is, or what it means. We've been together almost a year, we're far past the time when you could have pretended to be a virgin."