Honeyed Pasture nightking

lionel was tired of talking about kids, and regretted bringing it up. yet there was absolutely no sensation of that when it came to piper, whose teasing manner had effectively driven any other women from galloping through the mayfair's head.
for now.
charmed, he approached a rocky spread of beachfront and dug his claws into the cold pack of it. lionel nosed a white shell from beneath a gentle swell, knocked it end over end toward piper in a clumsy effort to gift the pretty thing. "what should we call this place?" he said, perhaps a bit too loudly as he faced toward the crash of the waves.
there was a time of great diversion and flirtation, and perhaps lionel mayfair returned to his siblings with a new and jauntier step.