[You did say aim higher, ask for more. He makes himself cozy, but isn't tired. He'll lay and chat, or if he notices Harry falling asleep, just kind of vibe. But he's not restless, which is rare for him. The goblinmode has been temporarily shut off.]
Very well. Once upon a time, a long time ago but not too terribly far away...
There was once a poor old fisherman, and one year he was not getting much fish. On a day of days, while he was fishing, there rose a sea-maiden at the side of his boat, and she asked him, "Are you getting much fish?"
The old man answered and said, "Not I."
"What reward would you give me for sending plenty of fish to you?"
"Ach!" said the old man, "I have not much to spare."
"Will you give me the first son you have?" said she.
"I would give ye that, were I to have a son," said he.
"Then go home, and remember me when your son is twenty years of age, and you yourself will get plenty of fish after this."
[You know, one has to ask. But it would seem that this is 100% the way to get and keep a wild Kieran docile; he's fully engaged in the story, chewing on his thumb nail a bit as he listens - actually anticipating whatever angle the story was to take next.]
Well. No. He actually had a truly ridiculous number of adventures before finally rescuing the king's daughter from a many headed sea monster. After that they were married, but then the 'fish baddie' did appear and steal the lad away.
The princess, being a clever sort, took her harp to the sea-shore, and sat and played; and the sea-maiden came up to listen, for sea-maidens are fonder of music than all other creatures. But when the wife saw the sea-maiden she stopped.
The sea-maiden said, "Play on!" but the princess said, "No, not till I see my man again." So the sea-maiden put up his head out of the water. Then the princess played again, and stopped till the sea-maiden put him up to the waist. Then the princess played and stopped again, and this time the sea-maiden put him all out of the water.
[As he speaks, Harry plays with Kieran's hair gently.]
[He says, yawning just a little - turns out playing with his hair continues to pacify him, putting him into a near doze-like state. Just awake enough to listen and notice disruption to the story, should it happen, but fading enough that his movements are minimal and his breathing is deepening. Murmured:]
Well. The princess thought quickly and offered then to trade her harp for her husband. The sea-maiden agreed, but when they went to trade the princess strangled the sea-maiden with the strings of her harp, killing her quite dead.
And so the couple lived happily ever after.
[He yawns and just sort of keeps petting Kieran, drifting between asleep and awake.]
[There's a pause in which someone might conceivably think that he'd fallen asleep, but then - his head just tilts, brows furrowed together as he's digesting that last bit. It's a good thing that he is about to fall asleep, so the last words he has are a mixture of:]
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[And, also, maybe he just wants to stay here. Maybe he thinks Harry could use someone here.]
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[He pats the mattress.]
Stay. If I snore you may kick me. Otherwise... just stay. It's safer.
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[You did say aim higher, ask for more. He makes himself cozy, but isn't tired. He'll lay and chat, or if he notices Harry falling asleep, just kind of vibe. But he's not restless, which is rare for him. The goblinmode has been temporarily shut off.]
Tell me a bedtime story.
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[Harry gets cuddled in, not quite asleep yet.]
Very well. Once upon a time, a long time ago but not too terribly far away...
There was once a poor old fisherman, and one year he was not getting much fish. On a day of days, while he was fishing, there rose a sea-maiden at the side of his boat, and she asked him, "Are you getting much fish?"
The old man answered and said, "Not I."
"What reward would you give me for sending plenty of fish to you?"
"Ach!" said the old man, "I have not much to spare."
"Will you give me the first son you have?" said she.
"I would give ye that, were I to have a son," said he.
"Then go home, and remember me when your son is twenty years of age, and you yourself will get plenty of fish after this."
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[You know, one has to ask. But it would seem that this is 100% the way to get and keep a wild Kieran docile; he's fully engaged in the story, chewing on his thumb nail a bit as he listens - actually anticipating whatever angle the story was to take next.]
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The princess, being a clever sort, took her harp to the sea-shore, and sat and played; and the sea-maiden came up to listen, for sea-maidens are fonder of music than all other creatures. But when the wife saw the sea-maiden she stopped.
The sea-maiden said, "Play on!" but the princess said, "No, not till I see my man again." So the sea-maiden put up his head out of the water. Then the princess played again, and stopped till the sea-maiden put him up to the waist. Then the princess played and stopped again, and this time the sea-maiden put him all out of the water.
[As he speaks, Harry plays with Kieran's hair gently.]
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[He says, yawning just a little - turns out playing with his hair continues to pacify him, putting him into a near doze-like state. Just awake enough to listen and notice disruption to the story, should it happen, but fading enough that his movements are minimal and his breathing is deepening. Murmured:]
... What next?
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And so the couple lived happily ever after.
[He yawns and just sort of keeps petting Kieran, drifting between asleep and awake.]
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What a bad bitch. That's hot.
[Okay, keep doing the hair thing. "I like that".]
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[The last conscious thing Harry does is shift enough to kiss Kieran's forehead.]