It is like how it should always be, and she finds that she falls in love with it all over again.
The feeling of Vulgaris curled around her—the muscular curve of his neck and the feel of his lips against the sweep of her forehead and curve of her cheek. His breath is sweet as wine and she leans against him to drink it in, feeling it feel her nose and then flood through the rest of her. It is a moment of shared air that she carries into the core of her as she braces against the coming pain, the gentle tension of birthing.
In the aftermath, she stands, her legs steady thanks to her magic, but her being exhausted. Her hazel eyes grow tired in the corners, but they remain bright as she watches Vulgaris interact with the twins. “You have always been so good with the children” she comments lightly, feeling a breeze of love sweep over her again—that perfumed reminder of the tenuous beauty of the life that they share and create now.
It was not a guarantee that they would ever get to this point.
But they are here now and she savors it.
As the children climb to their feet, she considers sending them a helping hand in the form of her magic, but ultimately decides against it. Her gift is useful for many things, but she doesn’t desire to have it serve as a crutch for her children (or herself, for that matter). They would grow up strong and sturdy.
Instead, she lets it seep into the ground around them and the flowers that begin to bloom are magnificent. The leaves are glossy, the petals thick, and soon they climb the trunks of the trees. In a whirl of wind, several of the flowers sacrifice their petals. She animates them into small beings that scuttle around at her feet. Her smile is bemused as she sends them upward to dance before the children in a dazzling spiral.
It soothes something within her to know that her magic has found such peaceful outlets as this, and she spins up more petals, weaving them amongst branches and leaves and then placing the small floral crowns atop each of their heads. Leaning against Vulgaris, she breathes in deeply. “This is all I’ve ever wanted.”
it's only you and me there until the darkness calls
let's face the dawn together; we'll brave whatever comes
@[vulgaris] @[saint] @[Drache]