02-17-2017, 02:25 AM
He didn't have to see her face to know she was crying. Her quiet sobs, the soft quaking of her head and shoulders. It was breaking him apart, piece by piece. He'd never been so emotionally invested in anyone before. Reilly was the love em and maybe see them again later for another roll in the hay kind of guy. What was it about Wallace that changed him? And she had, certainly. To see her this way hurt him. Deeply. More than just a 'aww, you were raped. That must have been terrible' kind of sympathy. Instead, he is drawn to her, finding himself wanting to know the woman beneath the sad broken thing that lay at his feet. He knows there is strength in her, she had more than proved that so far. But she seems to have forgotten, and he is consumed by an overwhelming need to remind her and build her back up.
Guilt fills him; he should have come sooner. Doesn't even know why he hadn't. He'd wanted to, so why hadn't he? And a better question: would he have been so drawn to her before this awful thing had been done? Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of knowing the answers. But he could get to know her, and he would. If she let him. He didn't think about the fact that just that thought alone was a form of commitment. No, he wasn't ready to realize that yet. Right now, all he knows is that he is here for her, and now her two babies, and he doesn't want to leave.
The moment his 'medicine' kicks in is notable with her soft sigh and the stillness of her shoulders. And yet he can still feel her sadness as if it were flowing off of her in waves. Still, an improvement. He would take it for now. Then he shifts focus to the twins, smiling as the small boy takes his first few steps toward him before his sister knocks into him and then they push to their mother. Such innocence in two admittedly adorable bundles. "Kharon." She names her son, and he nods approval at the sound of the name. Amusingly, the colt seems to accept it also, gumming up at her and then his sister. Cute lil thing.
What comes next is the most susprising to him, however. Wallace asks him to name the baby girl. His smile drops away to an expression of bewilderment. It was the last thing he'd expected. He didn't think he'd ever named a child before. Not even his own, and he undoubtedly had several- another wave of guilt at that, and another atypical response. "Something pretty." she says, snapping him out of his stupor. Suddenly he laughs, low and deep. "So nothing like Klaus or William?" A gentle jab at her own masculine name, hopefully provoking at least a smile from her. Man, how he wants to reach out and brush away those horrid tears from her cheeks.
Instead, he steps forward once more, lowering his head to the tiny girl. He brushes his muzzle down her mane, licking away more of the gook from her frail little body. As he does so, he rifles through his brain for ideas on a name. Something pretty, he agrees, and something that would go well with her brother's name. It takes him a few moments, but he lands on one he thinks is perfect for her. "Kylin." A Gaelic name, but a suitable one, he thinks. His smile returns softly as he gives the girl's face a gentle bump with his pink velveteen muzzle. Blue-green gaze shifts back to the boy staring up at him with innocent but deep eyes, coaxing Reilly to reach over and lip playfully at what little of a forelock the colt has. He looks back to Wallace then, seeking approval for the name he'd chosen, and also a gentle suggestion. "Can you stand, dove? I believe they're hungry." He smiles, a blissful kind of soft expression on his face as he inches a bit closer to her. "Take it slow. I can help, if you need." He remains close, just in case, ready to catch her if she falls.
Guilt fills him; he should have come sooner. Doesn't even know why he hadn't. He'd wanted to, so why hadn't he? And a better question: would he have been so drawn to her before this awful thing had been done? Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of knowing the answers. But he could get to know her, and he would. If she let him. He didn't think about the fact that just that thought alone was a form of commitment. No, he wasn't ready to realize that yet. Right now, all he knows is that he is here for her, and now her two babies, and he doesn't want to leave.
The moment his 'medicine' kicks in is notable with her soft sigh and the stillness of her shoulders. And yet he can still feel her sadness as if it were flowing off of her in waves. Still, an improvement. He would take it for now. Then he shifts focus to the twins, smiling as the small boy takes his first few steps toward him before his sister knocks into him and then they push to their mother. Such innocence in two admittedly adorable bundles. "Kharon." She names her son, and he nods approval at the sound of the name. Amusingly, the colt seems to accept it also, gumming up at her and then his sister. Cute lil thing.
What comes next is the most susprising to him, however. Wallace asks him to name the baby girl. His smile drops away to an expression of bewilderment. It was the last thing he'd expected. He didn't think he'd ever named a child before. Not even his own, and he undoubtedly had several- another wave of guilt at that, and another atypical response. "Something pretty." she says, snapping him out of his stupor. Suddenly he laughs, low and deep. "So nothing like Klaus or William?" A gentle jab at her own masculine name, hopefully provoking at least a smile from her. Man, how he wants to reach out and brush away those horrid tears from her cheeks.
Instead, he steps forward once more, lowering his head to the tiny girl. He brushes his muzzle down her mane, licking away more of the gook from her frail little body. As he does so, he rifles through his brain for ideas on a name. Something pretty, he agrees, and something that would go well with her brother's name. It takes him a few moments, but he lands on one he thinks is perfect for her. "Kylin." A Gaelic name, but a suitable one, he thinks. His smile returns softly as he gives the girl's face a gentle bump with his pink velveteen muzzle. Blue-green gaze shifts back to the boy staring up at him with innocent but deep eyes, coaxing Reilly to reach over and lip playfully at what little of a forelock the colt has. He looks back to Wallace then, seeking approval for the name he'd chosen, and also a gentle suggestion. "Can you stand, dove? I believe they're hungry." He smiles, a blissful kind of soft expression on his face as he inches a bit closer to her. "Take it slow. I can help, if you need." He remains close, just in case, ready to catch her if she falls.
