[private] Desolation comes upon the sky // Brennen/Blue

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Besides a single venture to the field and an accidental run in with her great-nephew, Scorch's winter had been uneventful - outwardly, at least. Inwardly, the turmoil has been as a supernova: a gathering of celestial dust around a mass of energy to the point of explosion. In this case, the explosion is less of stardust and more of... Child. A bastard child specifically, born of a man who was not her husband: and that man in large disappearance these days, his opinion or even knowledge of the fact of her infidelity hanging in the balance. Her whole world - for what was she besides a mother? - felt turned upside down.

But gravity and time, the less cool space things, they kept on keeping on; and on this fateful spring day, an all too familiar crushing of her innards told her that there could be no more procrastination. She'd always been a worrisome mother, and straight up bad without Hestoni by her side - her relationship with her eldest daughters showed that clear as day. As the contractions gradually came with fewer and fewer hours in between, a sort of frenzy overtook her: what if this child was also a daughter? What if Hestoni stopped lover her once he found out?

What if she lost the strength to be a Leviathan, an Amazon, to be Scorch?

She didn't regret sharing what she did with Brennen in one sense (in the sense that they knew each other intimately, and that he was her best friend, and that they trusted each other, and they knew each other's hurts and secrets and dreams) but in the other, there would never be anything she regretted more. She'd never, ever considered being unfaithful to Hestoni - he was her rock, her shield, her lifelong flame, her lover, her warrior, the father of her children, her everything. How could she have been such a fool as to forgo that?

Another contraction came, reminding the age-weathered mare that now was not the time to be considering these existential and ultimately useless questions. Blinking, she realized that that her legs have been busy beneath her while she panicked: before her, the channel to Ischia lay neatly between the receded ocean - whether by magic she had arrived here at the perfect time or by luck, she would never know. Sucking in a breath of tropical air - a perfect mix of her jungle and her seaside cliffs - she steadied the feeble bleating of her heart, forcing herself to surge into the kingdom, to the very thicket where their child had been conceived.

Brennen would find her there when the time came. She wondered, as the chaos of birth took hold, whether he would bring his queen with him.

The shadows of the palm trees stretched as she brought forth the new life - the life the faeries forbade - the life made possibly only by an unbidden magic.

"Blue," she whispered when at last the child slipped from her at last, her eyes reflecting the very colour and her heart reflecting the very feeling, "My baby Blue."

She heaved herself up. Found the child's skin, and began clearing it of debris.

"I love you, my baby Blue."

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[Brennen] SAHIOJAOIROIAOIEJ THIS IS A MESS I'M SORRY.