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no_true_pairTitle: Managing
Fandom: Talents Series (Anne McCaffrey)
Pairing/Characters: Afra Lyon & Jeff Raven
Content Notes:
Prompt: 30 Afra Lyon & Jeff Raven stuck in the middle with you
Afra gently patted Laria's back, his eyes never leaving Earth Prime Jeff Raven, who had shown up with the last inbound supplies. He didn't want to know why, and yet finding out was going to get the man back to Earth all the faster.
He'd naively thought, when he married Damia, accepted his posting to her Tower, that he was done being in the middle of The Rowan and Jeff.
"How do I manage to balance being head of everything, and her husband? You have to have ideas, given how adeptly you managed Callisto's morale under her."
Ahh. Very much not the thing Afra wanted to give pointers on, and yet… he was the one that understood the Rowan's ego and id and all the needs attached to them.
"You've raised up children, managed this long…" Afra began on a leading note.
"The children are grown, moved into Towers, and she's … fretting."
Too many changes. Even the changes in the Towers themselves had added to that weight for a woman that had lost everything, been a ward of the state, and grown into the dynamo she was.
"You need to make time to reach for her, and not on a schedule. Do that? And she will settle."
"That's it? I was expecting an education in origami, or culinary mixtures," Jeff said with surprise.
"That's why you came instead of just 'pathing me?" Afra asked, as Laria finally gave a solid belch, and he could shift her to her bassinet to kick and wave her tiny fists as an infant needed.
"Yes?"
Afra started laughing, shaking his head, and reached out. "I'll teach you her favorite meal I made for her, and then you go back as soon as we're out of shadow."
"Thank you, Afra."
"I love you both, still."
Fandom: Talents Series (Anne McCaffrey)
Pairing/Characters: Afra Lyon & Jeff Raven
Content Notes:
Prompt: 30 Afra Lyon & Jeff Raven stuck in the middle with you
Afra gently patted Laria's back, his eyes never leaving Earth Prime Jeff Raven, who had shown up with the last inbound supplies. He didn't want to know why, and yet finding out was going to get the man back to Earth all the faster.
He'd naively thought, when he married Damia, accepted his posting to her Tower, that he was done being in the middle of The Rowan and Jeff.
"How do I manage to balance being head of everything, and her husband? You have to have ideas, given how adeptly you managed Callisto's morale under her."
Ahh. Very much not the thing Afra wanted to give pointers on, and yet… he was the one that understood the Rowan's ego and id and all the needs attached to them.
"You've raised up children, managed this long…" Afra began on a leading note.
"The children are grown, moved into Towers, and she's … fretting."
Too many changes. Even the changes in the Towers themselves had added to that weight for a woman that had lost everything, been a ward of the state, and grown into the dynamo she was.
"You need to make time to reach for her, and not on a schedule. Do that? And she will settle."
"That's it? I was expecting an education in origami, or culinary mixtures," Jeff said with surprise.
"That's why you came instead of just 'pathing me?" Afra asked, as Laria finally gave a solid belch, and he could shift her to her bassinet to kick and wave her tiny fists as an infant needed.
"Yes?"
Afra started laughing, shaking his head, and reached out. "I'll teach you her favorite meal I made for her, and then you go back as soon as we're out of shadow."
"Thank you, Afra."
"I love you both, still."