Imagine Your Icon Spooning You [Those of Grima AU AU]
A/N: Well, spooning with your daughter isn't too weird in some cultural traditions (it's just a form of cute cuddling after all) so have a ficlet. Haura and her daughter Marc in an AU where they get to be happy together. U (It's an AU of an AU- /shot)
Haura gently brushed the comb through Marc's hair. It was softer than her own and had the natural bounce and volume that kept her father's hair sticking up haphazardly. "You have very pretty hair- have you thought of growing it out?" Haura murmured.
"It'll get in the way." Marc mumbled into the pillow she held to her chest. They were sitting on Haura and Lon'qu's bed and as she buried her nose into the pillow, she could smell the natural musky scent of her parents upon their sheets. Papa's scent was comforting and familiar, but Haura's, new and of a completely different timbre, kept throwing Marc off.
"Well, you can tie it back. But I guess you don't really want to look like your old mom." Haura said with a chuckle. Marc shook her head, not sure if she agreed or disagreed. "Now, do you want the braids pulled back? Or I could give you a head massage. Whatever you'd like."
Instead of responding, Marc flopped onto her side with a small whine.
"Do you want to sleep here tonight? I can kick Lon'qu out and make him go sleep with Morgan. We can tell each other secrets in the dark." Haura said with a teasing lilt. As her mother lay down next to her and gathered Marc into her arms, Marc admitted it was nice. Haura was small but sturdy and warm. Even though her scent, her rhythm of breathing, her presence was all unfamiliar and new, having her arms around her and being close enough for Marc to hear the rattle of her breath was comforting.
"…is it weird?" Marc whispered because sometimes when Haura smiled, she still saw Grima's fangs and sometimes when Haura's voice was in her ear, Marc recoiled with such fear that everyone would take notice. Haura never spoke of these moments and just smiled her sad little smile that reminded Marc acutely she was not Grima.
Haura hummed into Marc's hair. "Nope. I'm your mother. Of course I want to baby my kid. It might be awkward for your father though."
Marc giggled. Papa had been flummoxed by Marc at first and tried valiantly to overcome his fear for a daughter that clearly loved him to death. "He gave me a hug the other day." Marc said with an air of triumph.
"What devilry is this! I didn't get a hug from him until we were engaged. And it took him a year to understand my thing about not being just a woman and not being just a man. That's a family secret by the way- your father will kill me if he hears I told you this."
Marc could feel the rumble of Haura's gentle laughter on her back and she closed her eyes, safe and sound in her mother's arms.