How Green Becomes Wood

"That sounds like her. But in her defense, she's not old enough to be real control of releasing things, so I imagine she very much did want it back." Dark said, looking down at Ivy's sleeping face before looking back up at the twins, "I do hope she did not hit you with the pencil, though."

"He was playing with her earlier," Daizi added, resting her chin on her husband's shoulder, "It was really lovely..."She trailed off, then lifted your head, "Some of my city friends are going to come see you perform this Saturday."
 
"Nah, she missed," Xander assured him. He didn't know how to react to Daizi's comment about playing with Ivy.

"City friends?" Alec asked curiously, sitting up. "Really? Why would they want to do that?"

"Because you're a riot to watch," Xander said blandly.
 
"Because they're my friends and you're my sons, so they want to support my children," Daizi replied easily, "They've been talking about it for awhile, I guess what I've said about you three has intrigued them."
 
"That's going to be fun!" Alec grinned. "I'm going to have to talk to Peter about putting together a set. Xander, have you come up with any songs you want yet?"

"Maybe," Xander shrugged.
 
Dark's eyes flicked over to Xander, trying to read his expression. "I am sure it is difficult to balance the songs to pick when all three of you have a different interest in music."
 
Daizi frowned, "Do you think that's going to happen? I thought you all really enjoyed making music together."

"You could always try having specific nights where you dedicate yourself to one genre of music and rotate through," Dark suggested, "since you do covers, it is difficult to find extant music who hits all genres at once, but there are bands who are pop-rock, pop-jazz, or jazz-rock, if it easier on you all to do a specific fusion at a time."
 
"We do love making music together, but it's kind of hard to make sure we distribute the sounds equally, and then we have to all agree on the specific songs, and I don't know. I think it would just be easier if we all liked similar styles," Alec frowned. "Peter doesn't like hard rock like Xander does. Xander at best tolerates my pop-ier stuff. Neither of us can keep up when Peter goes full jazz. Have you heard his jazz drum work? It is so beautiful! I could maybe keep up with him if I focused on learning more of it, perhaps, and stayed in practice, but it's tough.."
 
"Have you tried writing your own music?" Daizi asked, "It'd probably be easier to blend your sounds that way. You could have lyrics with a more hard-rock edge and a jazz-pop sound, or some other combination. Otherwise it may be easier to commit to just... having fun, and not worrying about the bigger picture."
 
"I tried," Alec sighed. "Turns out, I am an awful poet. But! I'll keep trying!"

"Unfortunately," Xander mumbled.

Alec sniffed. "Let me know when you're ready to try your hand at poetry."
 
"Dark writes beautiful poetry," Daizi sighed, resting her head back down on her husband's shoulder, "I wish you two could read some of it, but it's mostly in Arabic and I think it loses meaning in the translation."

Dark averted his eyes, "It is not particularly... but it is like any other skill, it takes practice."

"And you need to feel so deeply," Daizi murmured, grinning at him.
 
"It's not necessarily about drama," Daizi said, choosing not to point out that Alec lived plenty dramatic a life, "I've read beautiful poetry about cats or leaves."

"Have you ever tried to write poetry, Xander?" Dark asked, knowing the answer.
 
"I do not suppose there is anything I could say to convince you to give it a try," Dark mused, and considered making a point about how helpful he might find it to explore his feelings in that way, but it didn't really seem like the right time to try it, considering the strange energy in the air. It felt almost like it had when the twins had first arrived. They weren't quite so closed off and reactive, but it felt... awkward, and it was unnerving, because he didn't really feel like anything at home had changed since Sunday. But it seemed to have done. He rested against Daizi's hand, and looking at her, was relieved to see the same concerns in the lines on her face. Or, more specifically, the little one between her eyebrows, just slightly off from her left one.

"Are you excited for Spring Break? It's coming up soon," She asked, allowing the subject to change.
 
Xander did nothing to answer Dark's musing, taking it to be a rhetorical question. Alec glanced between Dark and Xander, his smile wilting a little more with each passing second. Why must they go back to this?

Alec practically jumped on Daizi's question, eager for something to talk about. "Yes! First we have to get through tests and quizzes, but then there's break on the other side!"
 
"That's what I really miss from being your age," Daizi said, wincing mildly at how old that statement made her sound, "when you're an adult, unless you're teaching K-12, you don't have breaks. You basically have to have a kid to get any real time off of work," She joked.

"And even then you are still working," Dark commented, touching Ivy's little toes and briefly wondering if he should go upstairs to get tiny socks for her or if she was warm enough. "Spring break means you are almost Juniors in high school. You are nearly upperclassmen. Is that not something? In a few short months, you will be halfway completed with high school."
 
"The end is so near, and yet so far away," Alec sighed wistfully. "But soon! Soon we can be free! It cannot come soon enough. I know we shouldn't wish for time to move faster, but school really is a complete drag. Are we doing anything fun for spring break?"
 
"Do you want to do something fun for Spring Break?" Dark asked, understood the pointlessness of his question, and then asked, "Is there something specific you want to do for Spring Break? What is restful for the two of you?"
 
"After so much time stuck indoors, I want to be outdoors as much as possible without burning to a crisp," Alec replied. "I'm not too particular about what that entails, I just want out if possible."

Xander shrugged. "Sure. I'm with him on that," he agreed disinterestedly.

"We could have our own version of a backyard barbecue," Alec grinned.

"Absolutely not," Xander replied firmly, showing a bit more spirit there.
 
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