12-03-2016, 10:51 AM
For a moment, she almost scrutinized him. Then it was gone as she bumped him with her shoulder. She did that sometimes, the bumping thing. She couldn't realize how attuned to touch he was due to the culture of his previous life. If it was not within battle, then any contact could be considered intimate. Far too intimate for the two of them. But it was overdue to let go of the past. At least some parts of it.
Arrya told him Josie sounded nice, then skittered off in those little fumbling rants that she does. He listened in quiet amusement, enjoying how very different she was to anything he had known. Josie was the opposite. She was still strong, but she was also soft and kind. Her bite was only vicious when it needed to be. Arrya, on the other hand, had a thorn in almost anything she said and to hell with anyone who couldn't take it.
She continued with an offer to at least try to be nice with Josie should they ever meet. He nearly chuckled, but held it in behind another little smirk. She was so strange, so funny. So different.
He wondered if her child would be the same, or if perhaps it would take after the sire who had thus far sounded as soft and kind as his Josie. Gentle beings who called to his heart for protection without saying anything and, lately, without even wanting it. He was used to ignoring those protests though, well accustomed to a huffy prince demanding his own brother leave his side knowing that Akkadian would not. Could not. Until the day he did, and now was cursed to regret it for the rest of his life.
She woke him from his dark thoughts, claiming her globule figure was only a temporary affliction, and she'd soon return to her ass-whoopin' self fully prepared to roll his head. He did chuckle then, transforming the hard, pinched expression that had taken over him into something she was more used to. Something light and amused, as though he was as carefree and laid-back as he once was so long ago.
He clucked his tongue at her in playful rebuke. You wouldn't want to harm poor Uncle Kade, now would you, he teased her with a dramatic pout.
That baby is going to love me, you know. He said it with a smile, bright eyes, and a boyish tilt to his head, but the words settled heavily between them. Solid and weighty, they pressed down on his spine and perhaps only time could tell them if it were truth. And whether it would be a good thing. Or bad.