03-26-2017, 12:39 PM
Stillwater
He'd been reeling -for what, months now?
Pregnant.
Djinni. Pregnant.
Of course it was possible, he knew that. It had just never happened before. It was... new. And unnerving. And when she was there in the little meadow that day, and just vanished as soon as he looked up.. It surprised him how much it had stung. She must hate him for this, to keep so vigilantly away from him. She had never seemed the type to want children or a happy little family. Not that he could give her the latter. Perhaps she saw him as the one to have ruined her life.
All she did lately was avoid him. Or maybe they avoided each other. Things were tense ever since Luster told him, and from afar -when she was near enough, anyway- he watched her slowly grow bigger. With child. He never doubted that it was his. It was almost like he could sense it. No, like he could sense her; an intuition when she was near, a coincidental glance that just happened to land directly on her. Just like now.
There was that weird prickling sensation again, almost as if he were only imagining it as it prodded at his mind, and his eyes lifted. And there she was. Sprawled on her side, she looked so tired in this fading light, so exhausted. This was the closest they'd been in so long, and like a gravitational pull he was drawn helplessly closer. With slow and careful steps, a sharp stare locked on her, he most resembled a large feline stalking prey. But he'd already tried to kill her, hadn't he? He couldn't even remember anymore what had stopped him. Or why he'd wanted to so badly. He'd tried to kill her, and possibly ruined the life she'd wanted for herself.
It was no wonder at all as to why if she did hate him.
Her head lifted to look at the little creation she'd made. He stood near and watched, silently observing. And when she sighed in satisfaction, a knot in his chest he hadn't even been aware of eased and untangled, an odd warmth slowly, stealthily replacing it. A tension in his shoulders was freed, and he looked down at this little thing. Artfully painted like her, the natural her, the real her. The her she'd given to him once. Given an inch and stolen a mile.
But a little of himself, too. Maybe in the shape of him, in the lines of his teeny face, in the strange calm as he nursed. Not too much like him though, not too much. Not enough to call the other forward. But just enough. Just right.
His gaze slid back to her face, darkened briefly on her neck where he'd tried to tear her apart piece by piece, then to her eyes. Their natural color. He liked when she was herself with him, though her alterations usually looked good too. Maybe he just preferred when the mask, though just as attractive, was gone. Beautiful, he said softly. She looked so cold though, so tired. But he wasn't much of a source of heat, was he? And maybe she didn't even want him there. Still. He stepped around and lowered, settled against her spine before speaking quietly again.
The distance has been.. Weird? Irritating? Puzzling, different, annoying. Admittedly slightly painful in some way, which only made it more confusing, more grating. Nothing seemed to fit the feeling quite right, though. ...strange, he finally settled with and fell silent.
Pregnant.
Djinni. Pregnant.
Of course it was possible, he knew that. It had just never happened before. It was... new. And unnerving. And when she was there in the little meadow that day, and just vanished as soon as he looked up.. It surprised him how much it had stung. She must hate him for this, to keep so vigilantly away from him. She had never seemed the type to want children or a happy little family. Not that he could give her the latter. Perhaps she saw him as the one to have ruined her life.
All she did lately was avoid him. Or maybe they avoided each other. Things were tense ever since Luster told him, and from afar -when she was near enough, anyway- he watched her slowly grow bigger. With child. He never doubted that it was his. It was almost like he could sense it. No, like he could sense her; an intuition when she was near, a coincidental glance that just happened to land directly on her. Just like now.
There was that weird prickling sensation again, almost as if he were only imagining it as it prodded at his mind, and his eyes lifted. And there she was. Sprawled on her side, she looked so tired in this fading light, so exhausted. This was the closest they'd been in so long, and like a gravitational pull he was drawn helplessly closer. With slow and careful steps, a sharp stare locked on her, he most resembled a large feline stalking prey. But he'd already tried to kill her, hadn't he? He couldn't even remember anymore what had stopped him. Or why he'd wanted to so badly. He'd tried to kill her, and possibly ruined the life she'd wanted for herself.
It was no wonder at all as to why if she did hate him.
Her head lifted to look at the little creation she'd made. He stood near and watched, silently observing. And when she sighed in satisfaction, a knot in his chest he hadn't even been aware of eased and untangled, an odd warmth slowly, stealthily replacing it. A tension in his shoulders was freed, and he looked down at this little thing. Artfully painted like her, the natural her, the real her. The her she'd given to him once. Given an inch and stolen a mile.
But a little of himself, too. Maybe in the shape of him, in the lines of his teeny face, in the strange calm as he nursed. Not too much like him though, not too much. Not enough to call the other forward. But just enough. Just right.
His gaze slid back to her face, darkened briefly on her neck where he'd tried to tear her apart piece by piece, then to her eyes. Their natural color. He liked when she was herself with him, though her alterations usually looked good too. Maybe he just preferred when the mask, though just as attractive, was gone. Beautiful, he said softly. She looked so cold though, so tired. But he wasn't much of a source of heat, was he? And maybe she didn't even want him there. Still. He stepped around and lowered, settled against her spine before speaking quietly again.
The distance has been.. Weird? Irritating? Puzzling, different, annoying. Admittedly slightly painful in some way, which only made it more confusing, more grating. Nothing seemed to fit the feeling quite right, though. ...strange, he finally settled with and fell silent.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it