Myri doesn’t look all that impressed by Felicity’s word choice at the moment, and for the record, Felicity doesn’t necessarily blame her. She doesn’t always think through her slightly skewed moral compass and gentle disregard for the laws of man and when she’s imparting wise life lessons to Shayla and Lucia, she doesn’t always think about the fact that they’re six.
“A hairpin lock pick is a girl’s best friend.” That much she definitely believes in. “What if you lose your keys? Or lock yourself out of your apartment. Or need to rescue your stuff out of your skeevey soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend’s apartment when he isn’t home to avoid confrontation.”
At that explanation, Myri just looks exasperated. “They’re six, Felicity.”
Felicity sighs heavily, before nodding her agreement, because yes, they are six. Now might not have been the time to teach them. “I know. I know. But I wasn’t expecting them to get that good at it.” There’s a beat. “And this also really isn’t the worst thing they could have learned in this castle and you know it.”
There’s a small look of consideration at that because there is a chance that Felicity might have a point there, but Myri eventually finds the protest and Felicity holds up a finger to cut her off.
“Archer.”
The look that comes next may be a small concession, but it’s a silent one. Myri isn’t going to let this go, and Felicity knows it. In fact, Felicity probably deserves it, considering what the girls have gotten themselves into, but, again, she didn’t think this far ahead.
“I will get them brand new Christmas presents.”
Myri’s gaze shifts for a moment, and she shakes her head. “You don’t have to … ”
“No, it’s fine. I’m the one who taught them how to pick locks so close to the holidays. It’s the least I could do.” There’s a beat. “I was planning to spoil them anyway.”
“You always spoil them.”
“Benefits of being fun Aunt Lissie,” Felicity smirks a bit, before sighing as she leans back against the counter. “But I’m telling you – picking locks is going to come in handy one day. You’ll be thanking me.”
“We’ll see when that day comes,” Myri sighs as she moves to sit next to her on the couch. “Right now, I’d simply settle for making sure that certain things remain secret.”
“I think we can manage that much.” Felicity gives her a small shrug. “It could have been worse.”
“Really?”
Felicity purses her lips for a moment, before glancing back to Myri. “They could have gotten into Aunt Felicity’s very special adults only drawer.”
It takes a moment for the implications to sink in, and as they do, Myri’s cheeks flush a bit in response. “Yes, I will take ruining Santa over that anytime.”
“I thought so,” Felicity smirks, before holding up her hands for a moment. “And I will hold off on the sneaky lessons until they’re a bit older.”
“Thank you,” Myri says with a nod. “It should wait until they need it. They should get to be children, at least for a little while.”
The other woman pauses for a moment, before glancing over to Myri. “You do realize that part of being a kid is getting into trouble occasionally, right? Exploring and falling on your face, but learning how to pick yourself back up again?” Myri looks apprehensive for a moment, and Felicity sighs before getting up and making her way closer. “You’re a great mom. I’m not saying you aren’t. And you protect Shayla so fiercely and that’s important. But you gotta let her grow a little on her own too. You give her a little room to run and she won’t try and do it the hard way.”
“I know. I know, you’re right but … ”
“I know.” Myri doesn’t have to say it, because Felicity knows. She sees the same thing with Vi sometimes. “Just … trust her a little. She might surprise you.” There’s a beat. “Even if she’s six.”
Myri smirks a bit at that, before gesturing towards the door. “Come on. Let’s start with Santa, and see where we go from there.”
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you have to break rules if you want to break free ~ felicity & myri ~ 703 words
“It’s a very crucial life skill.”
“Crucial?”
Myri doesn’t look all that impressed by Felicity’s word choice at the moment, and for the record, Felicity doesn’t necessarily blame her. She doesn’t always think through her slightly skewed moral compass and gentle disregard for the laws of man and when she’s imparting wise life lessons to Shayla and Lucia, she doesn’t always think about the fact that they’re six.
“A hairpin lock pick is a girl’s best friend.” That much she definitely believes in. “What if you lose your keys? Or lock yourself out of your apartment. Or need to rescue your stuff out of your skeevey soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend’s apartment when he isn’t home to avoid confrontation.”
At that explanation, Myri just looks exasperated. “They’re six, Felicity.”
Felicity sighs heavily, before nodding her agreement, because yes, they are six. Now might not have been the time to teach them. “I know. I know. But I wasn’t expecting them to get that good at it.” There’s a beat. “And this also really isn’t the worst thing they could have learned in this castle and you know it.”
There’s a small look of consideration at that because there is a chance that Felicity might have a point there, but Myri eventually finds the protest and Felicity holds up a finger to cut her off.
“Archer.”
The look that comes next may be a small concession, but it’s a silent one. Myri isn’t going to let this go, and Felicity knows it. In fact, Felicity probably deserves it, considering what the girls have gotten themselves into, but, again, she didn’t think this far ahead.
“I will get them brand new Christmas presents.”
Myri’s gaze shifts for a moment, and she shakes her head. “You don’t have to … ”
“No, it’s fine. I’m the one who taught them how to pick locks so close to the holidays. It’s the least I could do.” There’s a beat. “I was planning to spoil them anyway.”
“You always spoil them.”
“Benefits of being fun Aunt Lissie,” Felicity smirks a bit, before sighing as she leans back against the counter. “But I’m telling you – picking locks is going to come in handy one day. You’ll be thanking me.”
“We’ll see when that day comes,” Myri sighs as she moves to sit next to her on the couch. “Right now, I’d simply settle for making sure that certain things remain secret.”
“I think we can manage that much.” Felicity gives her a small shrug. “It could have been worse.”
“Really?”
Felicity purses her lips for a moment, before glancing back to Myri. “They could have gotten into Aunt Felicity’s very special adults only drawer.”
It takes a moment for the implications to sink in, and as they do, Myri’s cheeks flush a bit in response. “Yes, I will take ruining Santa over that anytime.”
“I thought so,” Felicity smirks, before holding up her hands for a moment. “And I will hold off on the sneaky lessons until they’re a bit older.”
“Thank you,” Myri says with a nod. “It should wait until they need it. They should get to be children, at least for a little while.”
The other woman pauses for a moment, before glancing over to Myri. “You do realize that part of being a kid is getting into trouble occasionally, right? Exploring and falling on your face, but learning how to pick yourself back up again?” Myri looks apprehensive for a moment, and Felicity sighs before getting up and making her way closer. “You’re a great mom. I’m not saying you aren’t. And you protect Shayla so fiercely and that’s important. But you gotta let her grow a little on her own too. You give her a little room to run and she won’t try and do it the hard way.”
“I know. I know, you’re right but … ”
“I know.” Myri doesn’t have to say it, because Felicity knows. She sees the same thing with Vi sometimes. “Just … trust her a little. She might surprise you.” There’s a beat. “Even if she’s six.”
Myri smirks a bit at that, before gesturing towards the door. “Come on. Let’s start with Santa, and see where we go from there.”