Rosie sticks her fingers in her mouth, smiling a little around them, already calming.
"Be right back. This usually doesn't take very long."
He pitches his voice low, almost a rumble, deep and soothing as he runs through an old favourite, one he can call up easily from memory.
"This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars. And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' "
(He's always liked that whole brothers-in-arms thing more than he's willing to admit.)
Before he can get as far as "for he who sheds his blood with me today shall be my brother", Rosie's out cold, lulled by the purr of his voice. He sets her down carefully in her crib, and then moves as quietly as he can out of the room, almost drifting back towards Molly.
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Date: 2017-02-20 01:53 am (UTC)"Be right back. This usually doesn't take very long."
He pitches his voice low, almost a rumble, deep and soothing as he runs through an old favourite, one he can call up easily from memory.
"This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' "
(He's always liked that whole brothers-in-arms thing more than he's willing to admit.)
Before he can get as far as "for he who sheds his blood with me today shall be my brother", Rosie's out cold, lulled by the purr of his voice. He sets her down carefully in her crib, and then moves as quietly as he can out of the room, almost drifting back towards Molly.
"Down for the count," he says, rather proudly.