02-02-2021, 07:51 PM
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
A dragon gone sweet. A fire soothed by steady rain. Santana had gone unusually soft as the realization settled in, then (as Eyas had expected) he got sharp again. She chuckled lightly and enjoyed the simple embrace of his soft lips against her rough skin, a fleeting touch Eyas realized had been too sparse in her life. Catcher’s soft phrases and loving nature had come as naturally as breathing to Eyas when they were together, but Santana’s affection had been much more difficult to accept and return. Perhaps it came down to the origin: Catcher had always been soothing, Santana infuriating when she needed it to fuel her spirit.
Eyas sighed, excited that the prospect of a child between them had somehow suddenly flipped the norm. The warmth and steady presence would be a welcome relief in the weeks to come before the foal’s birth.
“Exactly my thoughts.” Eyas admitted with chagrin. “Which is why I also think it’ll be a boy. Only a stallion of your blood has that kind of audacity.” She teased ‘Tana.
And then she thought about Narcisus, which caused her pain. This pregnancy should’ve been her first. The promised son was swelling inside of her, but the happiness of the moment never quite reached her like it did Santana, not with that dark outlier always on her mind. Eyas knew that she couldn’t dance around the shadow of her past forever: one way or another, she would have to confront her long-lost son and take the necessary precautions of ensuring he wouldn’t meddle in his half-sibling’s lives. Ever, if she could manage it.
But for now the darkness was assuaged by light topics. She pushed the memory of his face out of her mind and smiled darkly, asking “What would you like his name to be? The little devil.”
Eyas sighed, excited that the prospect of a child between them had somehow suddenly flipped the norm. The warmth and steady presence would be a welcome relief in the weeks to come before the foal’s birth.
“Exactly my thoughts.” Eyas admitted with chagrin. “Which is why I also think it’ll be a boy. Only a stallion of your blood has that kind of audacity.” She teased ‘Tana.
And then she thought about Narcisus, which caused her pain. This pregnancy should’ve been her first. The promised son was swelling inside of her, but the happiness of the moment never quite reached her like it did Santana, not with that dark outlier always on her mind. Eyas knew that she couldn’t dance around the shadow of her past forever: one way or another, she would have to confront her long-lost son and take the necessary precautions of ensuring he wouldn’t meddle in his half-sibling’s lives. Ever, if she could manage it.
But for now the darkness was assuaged by light topics. She pushed the memory of his face out of her mind and smiled darkly, asking “What would you like his name to be? The little devil.”
@[Santana]
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