11-18-2018, 01:31 PM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Oops.
He would have laughed if the movement hadn’t made him so aware of the weight she’s carrying, and what that means. Still, he makes sure to take a few steps forward so that she has less trouble seeing him, but not enough -hopefully- to appear even more threatening.
He tries to find a word of reassurance, but then she breathes his name in a question, and he can’t help but out a small chuckle, closing the distance then. ”Aww, you’re such a fierce momma. I’m sure they’re lucky to have you.” he quips easily. He moves to nudge her head, steadying himself for a blow to the head though, since it’s likely that she’ll act on that threatening stance of hers now.
Her change in demeanour however, is noted with surprise and a tilt of his head, curious chocolate gaze directed at her until she tells him what it’s about. She says the child is moving - it’s still so unreal to him, this family business, never having been mentally close with the women bearing his children until far after they’d been born. Yet they both can’t deny the swelling of her barrel, or the minor movements in it, and he surely won’t deny he’s happy it’s there, despite the bad timing (in the end, the timing might always be bad; there seems to be not a moment’s rest in their life so they’ll just have to make do and steal their times together to be a family).
His attention moves from her pretty face to her extended, dotted side, ears forward as he wonders what’s going on in there. ”I wonder what it’s like in there. Do you think they’ll hear us?” he asks, absentmindedly moving his nose across her neck and sliding off her spine to press his forehead a
and birdge of s nose her swollen side. It’s not very soft any more, like she used to be; must get tense there now with the growth. ”This child’s keeping you up at night, aren’t they?” He eyes her sideways, mixed worried and amused because apparently, they’ll have a temperament - like either parent. But then if the baby keeps her up that much, then she’ll eventually not go into labour so well-rested.
He would have laughed if the movement hadn’t made him so aware of the weight she’s carrying, and what that means. Still, he makes sure to take a few steps forward so that she has less trouble seeing him, but not enough -hopefully- to appear even more threatening.
He tries to find a word of reassurance, but then she breathes his name in a question, and he can’t help but out a small chuckle, closing the distance then. ”Aww, you’re such a fierce momma. I’m sure they’re lucky to have you.” he quips easily. He moves to nudge her head, steadying himself for a blow to the head though, since it’s likely that she’ll act on that threatening stance of hers now.
Her change in demeanour however, is noted with surprise and a tilt of his head, curious chocolate gaze directed at her until she tells him what it’s about. She says the child is moving - it’s still so unreal to him, this family business, never having been mentally close with the women bearing his children until far after they’d been born. Yet they both can’t deny the swelling of her barrel, or the minor movements in it, and he surely won’t deny he’s happy it’s there, despite the bad timing (in the end, the timing might always be bad; there seems to be not a moment’s rest in their life so they’ll just have to make do and steal their times together to be a family).
His attention moves from her pretty face to her extended, dotted side, ears forward as he wonders what’s going on in there. ”I wonder what it’s like in there. Do you think they’ll hear us?” he asks, absentmindedly moving his nose across her neck and sliding off her spine to press his forehead a
and birdge of s nose her swollen side. It’s not very soft any more, like she used to be; must get tense there now with the growth. ”This child’s keeping you up at night, aren’t they?” He eyes her sideways, mixed worried and amused because apparently, they’ll have a temperament - like either parent. But then if the baby keeps her up that much, then she’ll eventually not go into labour so well-rested.
you set my soul alight
@[Breckin]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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