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Carmilla walked into her living room to find her daughters on the sofa cuddled under two fuzzy blankets that she had never seen before. On the low table in front of them, there were water, cocoa, muffins, dry nuts and many apples and oranges carefully sliced and peeled.
Her oldest friend was sitting on his designed armchair, sipping tea with a satisfied expression
《Mine dear! Welcome back. How doth thou fare today? 》
She gave another look at the scene, then at her daughters, then again at the spider demon
《Zestial, what are you doing here? 》
He gave an happy shrug, like this was nothing out of the ordinary (and to be fair, by now, maybe it truly wasn’t anymore)
《The little eanlings were indisposed, so I came to assist! 》
She turned to the girls, and Clara, who was munching on some cookies, just smiled at her and said, as it explained everything:
《My period arrived early 》
《Mine too 》added Odette, taking a sip of her drink
《... and you called Zestial and not me? 》given their peculiar nature of half hell-born/ half-humans, both her girls had a menstrual cycle, and given their young age it was common for them to seek comfort when in pain, but usually they were too shy to talk about it with anyone but her.
Odette seemed to read her mind
《Mother, we both love you with all our hearts and we think that you’re absolutely irreplaceable... 》
《... but Zestial makes a better hot chocolate. We won’t refuse cuddles, tho. 》
Carmilla sighted, going to sit between her daughters to hug them. Her children were really spoiled and, apparently, neither her or Zestial would stop indulging their whims any time soon.
《Can Zestial join us? His wings are comfy, he could sit next to you 》
《Yes Mother, it would be the optimal disposition for temperature regulation as well 》
Both girls gave her their best puppy eyes, and even Zestial seemed to look at her with a certain expectation in his green, unmoving orbs. She relented, trying to keep her blush under control
《Yeah, sure, if he wants to 》
An hour later, with her head comfortably nuzzled under Zestial’s chin and her babies sprawled over the both of them, she thought that, if indulging them brought to this, then maybe she could spoil them all a little more.