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homeless_pard) wrote2024-02-08 03:21 pm
homeless_pard) wrote2024-02-08 03:21 pm
Entry tags:
The bonds of trust
Who: Khemrys and Requiem
When: The night she tells Jason they're expecting.
What: She goes to get some perspective from her brother.
Jason was...clingy and shaky all day. She hadn't intended to stay in bed with him as long as she did but she had truly frightened him. His body language and worry made it truly hard to trust what he was saying about it being okay, about it not being her fault...
...was it any wonder she slipped from bed and braided her hair a good hour before sunset? It wasn't easy to be awake during the day in this world but it wasn't impossible now either so Requiem cracked an eye open when she slipped into his room to settle in a chair and just find some quiet. "What did he do?" he grumbled. IT WAS A VALID QUESTION!
She jerked slightly at the question, hands pausing on the embroidery she'd started. "I just..."
"You just..." he groaned, sitting up and running hands through his hair with a yawn. Yawning was actually nice. It was a touch of regained normalcy in this world and it was pleasant to not go from 'dead' to 'not dead' with no in between. "You never just stop in to hide in here without a reason!"
Did she not? She blinked, thinking that over. He was...right wasn't he? "My apologies," she paled, "I didst not intend to treat you so poorly." Normally she worked to stay busy when she was upset or thinking about something! Moments of still quiet were rare!
"That is not the point," he grumbled, poking her shoulder. "So what happened? I can smell an anxious wolf on you." And very few things made Jason outright anxious these days. Worried yes, but sustained anxiety? No. And he'd know if the Council was coming to visit again!
She took a deep, shaky breath and stilled her hands in her lap, finding that inner quiet that usually meant, in his experience, that she was going to say something utterly terrible or frightening. "I believe I am with child."
Oh.
OH.
She probably took the blank stare of him processing poorly before she winced and hung her head, "I do not know when I couldst have forgotten my tea while in my own world, I was certain to resume it as soon as I was able upon being freed." And daily thereafter! "But Today I couldst not drink it due to Gunnora's warning. It would cause harm to a child were I to do so..."
He nodded trying to get his thoughts in order, "did he yell at you?" COULD HE GO STAB THE BOY?
"...no, my chosen lord is kind. It was my own responsibility and yet he said not to blame myself?" She did not understand that truly. Best she take responsibility for that which was in her purview?
"Of course you're not to blame," Requiem sighed, tugging her gently to sit on the bed next to him so he could hug her. "You often take too much upon yourself and it very truly takes two to make a child." So of course there was no fault to assign here! No blame! How long since any woman had been expecting anywhere NEAR the Circus? Hmmm, he couldn't recall.
"And yet my tea..."
"Was taken rather religiously," he chuckled. "I watched each eve we traveled. There was something else at play no doubt, likely in the Wastes." It had been a very strange place honestly. A very, very strange one full of twisted powers and odd effects. "Are you...unhappy?"
She blinked, not actually having stopped yet today to consider that. How did she feel? "I...I do not know? It was not to be expected at all, and it will sadden lord Nathaniel and lady Beryl I believe." With a miscarriage so fresh in their minds.
"That is for them to come to terms with, I did not ask how others might feel," he chided, feeling the sun approach the horizon outside.
"I believe I...numb? I am not certain it is entirely real at the moment?"
Numb was actually rather normal in his experience so he nodded, "that is certainly understandable," he chuckled. "Numb can give one time to think and process hmmm? Did you two never speak of such?"
Had they? "Not...in as much no. Never past the general duties of a wife as I knew them and his anger that my world expected such?"
Ah, so the father-to-be was in shock it seemed. "Did he tell you that shifters very rarely have children? The shift is too violent for women to carry safely, and it is nearly impossible for a male shifter to find a woman willing to risk infection in order to build a family." In fact he was rather certain he had read that even sperm banks did extensive protein testing to ensure there were no Were samples...but that was an entirely different conversation than this one.
"No, I had thought that it was merely...rare? Rare enough that Dame Lillian hadn't called on me for such at the clinic yet?"
Ahhhh, there they were. "So he is in shock," he chuckled, "as most young husbands are. And you are in shock as most young wives are. And you may take time to think and decide what happens next. There is no censure if you two decide it is not the time for such, even your own Goddess accepts that it is not always time for a child correct?" From how he'd heard her speak of things in the shop!
"Ah...true," and now she was going to have to stop reacting and actually THINK wasn't she? She caught her lip in her teeth, considering, "and what of you?"
"What....of me?" he blinked.
"What wouldst you think of a child in our home?"
He laughed softly, "it has been a very long time since I have been around children but I will support and treasure any version of family you shouldst choose."
That actually made her relax a touch? "A good uncle you wouldst be, as you are a kind man."
That made him laugh, because really? She had such a positive view of so many people didn't she? "I'd be honored. Now you go downstairs and make yourself a cup of tea, I'm for showering and heading to the Circus for breakfast."
"Ah, yes, it is that time isn't it?" she smiled slightly. "My thanks for your time."
"Always Khemrys," he chuckled, shooing her out the bedroom door.
When: The night she tells Jason they're expecting.
What: She goes to get some perspective from her brother.
Jason was...clingy and shaky all day. She hadn't intended to stay in bed with him as long as she did but she had truly frightened him. His body language and worry made it truly hard to trust what he was saying about it being okay, about it not being her fault...
...was it any wonder she slipped from bed and braided her hair a good hour before sunset? It wasn't easy to be awake during the day in this world but it wasn't impossible now either so Requiem cracked an eye open when she slipped into his room to settle in a chair and just find some quiet. "What did he do?" he grumbled. IT WAS A VALID QUESTION!
She jerked slightly at the question, hands pausing on the embroidery she'd started. "I just..."
"You just..." he groaned, sitting up and running hands through his hair with a yawn. Yawning was actually nice. It was a touch of regained normalcy in this world and it was pleasant to not go from 'dead' to 'not dead' with no in between. "You never just stop in to hide in here without a reason!"
Did she not? She blinked, thinking that over. He was...right wasn't he? "My apologies," she paled, "I didst not intend to treat you so poorly." Normally she worked to stay busy when she was upset or thinking about something! Moments of still quiet were rare!
"That is not the point," he grumbled, poking her shoulder. "So what happened? I can smell an anxious wolf on you." And very few things made Jason outright anxious these days. Worried yes, but sustained anxiety? No. And he'd know if the Council was coming to visit again!
She took a deep, shaky breath and stilled her hands in her lap, finding that inner quiet that usually meant, in his experience, that she was going to say something utterly terrible or frightening. "I believe I am with child."
Oh.
OH.
She probably took the blank stare of him processing poorly before she winced and hung her head, "I do not know when I couldst have forgotten my tea while in my own world, I was certain to resume it as soon as I was able upon being freed." And daily thereafter! "But Today I couldst not drink it due to Gunnora's warning. It would cause harm to a child were I to do so..."
He nodded trying to get his thoughts in order, "did he yell at you?" COULD HE GO STAB THE BOY?
"...no, my chosen lord is kind. It was my own responsibility and yet he said not to blame myself?" She did not understand that truly. Best she take responsibility for that which was in her purview?
"Of course you're not to blame," Requiem sighed, tugging her gently to sit on the bed next to him so he could hug her. "You often take too much upon yourself and it very truly takes two to make a child." So of course there was no fault to assign here! No blame! How long since any woman had been expecting anywhere NEAR the Circus? Hmmm, he couldn't recall.
"And yet my tea..."
"Was taken rather religiously," he chuckled. "I watched each eve we traveled. There was something else at play no doubt, likely in the Wastes." It had been a very strange place honestly. A very, very strange one full of twisted powers and odd effects. "Are you...unhappy?"
She blinked, not actually having stopped yet today to consider that. How did she feel? "I...I do not know? It was not to be expected at all, and it will sadden lord Nathaniel and lady Beryl I believe." With a miscarriage so fresh in their minds.
"That is for them to come to terms with, I did not ask how others might feel," he chided, feeling the sun approach the horizon outside.
"I believe I...numb? I am not certain it is entirely real at the moment?"
Numb was actually rather normal in his experience so he nodded, "that is certainly understandable," he chuckled. "Numb can give one time to think and process hmmm? Did you two never speak of such?"
Had they? "Not...in as much no. Never past the general duties of a wife as I knew them and his anger that my world expected such?"
Ah, so the father-to-be was in shock it seemed. "Did he tell you that shifters very rarely have children? The shift is too violent for women to carry safely, and it is nearly impossible for a male shifter to find a woman willing to risk infection in order to build a family." In fact he was rather certain he had read that even sperm banks did extensive protein testing to ensure there were no Were samples...but that was an entirely different conversation than this one.
"No, I had thought that it was merely...rare? Rare enough that Dame Lillian hadn't called on me for such at the clinic yet?"
Ahhhh, there they were. "So he is in shock," he chuckled, "as most young husbands are. And you are in shock as most young wives are. And you may take time to think and decide what happens next. There is no censure if you two decide it is not the time for such, even your own Goddess accepts that it is not always time for a child correct?" From how he'd heard her speak of things in the shop!
"Ah...true," and now she was going to have to stop reacting and actually THINK wasn't she? She caught her lip in her teeth, considering, "and what of you?"
"What....of me?" he blinked.
"What wouldst you think of a child in our home?"
He laughed softly, "it has been a very long time since I have been around children but I will support and treasure any version of family you shouldst choose."
That actually made her relax a touch? "A good uncle you wouldst be, as you are a kind man."
That made him laugh, because really? She had such a positive view of so many people didn't she? "I'd be honored. Now you go downstairs and make yourself a cup of tea, I'm for showering and heading to the Circus for breakfast."
"Ah, yes, it is that time isn't it?" she smiled slightly. "My thanks for your time."
"Always Khemrys," he chuckled, shooing her out the bedroom door.