how come I never got used to the feeling of sleeping in a cage?
too long driving, too damn hungry; a tied-up hound but nothing stays
Valdis didn’t expect this – none of it. A child peers up at her and her mind immediately reels back to Sinner. Something has blossomed between them, but she cannot quite fathom what it entails. With minimal convincing, she has provided him a daughter. As independent as she has been throughout the pregnancy and delivery, there is an underlying lust for his body and warmth. Somehow, he provides a comfort that no one else has. And sometimes she chuckles to herself because Valdis can remember how afraid of him she initially was.
His jagged teeth stared her down during their first encounter. There was a warning in his hooded, nutmeg eyes, and yet Valdis rooted herself and pried him open more than anyone else.
It unlocked something not only in Sinner, but in herself.
An easy sense of wholeness surrounds her when he arrives shortly after the delivery. A small, coy grin brushes across the edges of her lips when she flickers her blue eyes up to him. ”I expected no less,” she purrs, confident they would produce only the most beautiful and strongest children. He must have known it, too, because there is no surprise on his face – only an infectious pride that vibrates the air among them. Valdis’ softened eyes stray only for the briefest moment away from Sinner, long enough to watch their daughter’s name curtly fall from her tongue. ”Yes,” she murmurs without reiterating the name decided upon.
Dracarys.
Leaning forward, Valdis presses her lips to Sinner’s neck. A lungful of air is drawn in, tasting it for the first time in what feels like an eternity. There’s no need to admit that she missed him – it’s obvious in her tender gestures before she lifts her mouth along his jaw and toward his ear. ”She is perfect,” she pauses to consider it before finally confessing, ”and next time, I will give you a son to match.”
Valdis
@[Sinner]