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homeless_pard) wrote2024-03-31 12:48 am
homeless_pard) wrote2024-03-31 12:48 am
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Can we not be glad?
Who: Khem, Beryl, Deputy McKinnon
When: About five months into pregnancy.
What: Some opeople are happy, some are not.
I swear to any gods listening girl if you are standing on that counter I will shake you," Beryl growled from over by the register. "Make one of the temp kids climb up there if it's that high!"
"It's just the mallow..."
"NOPE GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO GROUND LEVEL."
Khemrys grumbled and carefully stepped off the back counter back to the stool and then the ground, hand rubbing the small of her back fretfully for a moment, "I swear by an Powers we know dear lady Beryl you fuss more than mine own lord."
"Do you know how many people would have my head?" she countered, pointing firmly to one of the Rodere to scurry up and retrieve the appropriate root from the small drawers that went to nearly the ceiling. In retrospect that design for the apothecary drawers may have been flawed in a 'Khem is short' kind of way. "There's a rotating work roster with the Circus AND t he clinic to have able bodied people fetch and carry for you!"
Khem blushed, a bit ashamed honestly, "I'm far from invalid..."
"Let people care," Beryl tapped her friend's head gently. "Let us care." And she did. It had taken a month or two to adjust to the news but she WAS happy for the little healer. And Jason, wreck that he was currently. Her pain shouldn't define other's happiness after all.
"Girl you're tiny. You're starting to be wider than your hips with the twins thing, that means care!"
"...what?" Deputy McKinnon blinked, staring between the two women for a moment with a bonus glare or two to the 'helpful' volunteers moving behind the counter.
Khemrys's cheeks cooled immediately, leaving her normal milk complexion as austere and calm as stone as her hands moved in the man's usual order. "What wouldst you wish to question young peacekeeper?"
The deputy's gaze settled on her, then on the drape of her dress over the small bulge of her belly, complicated emotions chasing across his face before they settled on grim, "is it true?"
"Pardon?" she blinked.
"Twins. With that thing. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? What did he tell you?" he snarled, hands gripping the edge of the counter.
"Children, with my chosen husband," Khemrys corrected coolly, settling his normal bag between them, steel in her spine. "And as a healer of my own and a follower of my Lady the risk is far from high."
"Bullshit," he growled, ignoring the several hard stares that turned his way. Who fucking cared what little errand runners the local shifters and vamps had stationed here? They knew and they hadn't told this woman. She should have KNOWN better, but obviously not even a husband could be trusted to be up front about what a monster he was, and the risks thereof.
"Hardly, deputy." There had never been that level of steel cool in her voice when addressing him, and lacking anything even approachable. "My children are quite real, and I am glad for such." Far from bullshit. And she was, happy, that was.
"Did he bother to tell you what their infected spawn do to their mothers?" he growled, leaning across the counter slightly. "How they chew their way out? Just like their parent, all instinct and teeth instead of babies."
Khemrys stared at him for a long moment, the store deathly quiet as she considered, then she casually unwrapped his normal purchases and put them away once more. "And you quite the fool to believe such, Deputy. How disappointing for those you say to protect."
"Listen to me!" he snarled, grabbing her arm. "Get rid of those things now before it's too late!
Beryl snarled in her own right and lashed out a fist to numb the policeman's hand at the wrist, "hands off." The 'volunteers eased toward the counter, still staring, waiting on orders.
Deputy McKinnon barked a laugh, looking at Khemrys only, "they want their little tart of a dancer to have a happy life. So they talked you into trying because you don't know any better, trying to carry to term when they all know it can't be done. They don't care about you Khemrys. I care. I care about your health. I can help you be rid of this." He could. Doctors who wouldn't ask questions. Support as she recovered...asafe place away from the monsters where she could live protected as she should be. He didn't even notice as Beryl and Khemrys both lifted hands to their noses, disgust washing across their faces at the sudden, rising stenth of the Left Hand.
Khemrys eyed the arm he'd grabbed and the slow bloom of red marks, the start of bruises from his fingertips, then lifted grey eyes to stare the cop down, gold bubbling gently in the depths as she almost sadly, "you intend my children harm," she intoned.
"Witnessed," Beryl spoke harshly. It just felt right.
"You intend my lord husband harm."
"Witnessed," the rest in shop spoke despite themselves, the air growing heavy and charged.
"Both are harm unto me," Khemrys's statement ended on her own soft growl, more fur and shadow in the tone than most present had ever heard from her.
"I want to keep YOU safe!" he yelped, eyes darting between them.
"A lie," she noted gently. "And so you have entered my territory, my home, with ill intent and thus your welcome is revoked. Never shall you find welcome past these doors again," she intoned.
The heaviness in the air broke with an almost audible wave that raised the hairs on arms and necks, a force reaching out to trace along the policeman's spine and turn him about, legs moving mechanically until he stood outside the shop doors will-he nill-he. He turned to snarl, lifting a hand to...bang on the empty air where the shop door stood open, unable to pass. "You'll regret this Khemrys! You'll see, they're all lying to you!"
Khemrys...ignored him, gaze shifting to the mallow root that the young rat was finally passing with a smile. That man meant nothing now, and she had no cause to regret the loss of what might become poison, "thank you lord Daniel, next I believe I needs must blend that tea for the Nanas..."
Beryl was staring at the man throwing a tantrum outside though. Staring and sending off texts to everyone who might need to know. Their own small family, the Circus, the clinic, anyone who might suffer from a policeman being set in his place. This was St. Louis after all, nothing was perfect.
When: About five months into pregnancy.
What: Some opeople are happy, some are not.
I swear to any gods listening girl if you are standing on that counter I will shake you," Beryl growled from over by the register. "Make one of the temp kids climb up there if it's that high!"
"It's just the mallow..."
"NOPE GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO GROUND LEVEL."
Khemrys grumbled and carefully stepped off the back counter back to the stool and then the ground, hand rubbing the small of her back fretfully for a moment, "I swear by an Powers we know dear lady Beryl you fuss more than mine own lord."
"Do you know how many people would have my head?" she countered, pointing firmly to one of the Rodere to scurry up and retrieve the appropriate root from the small drawers that went to nearly the ceiling. In retrospect that design for the apothecary drawers may have been flawed in a 'Khem is short' kind of way. "There's a rotating work roster with the Circus AND t he clinic to have able bodied people fetch and carry for you!"
Khem blushed, a bit ashamed honestly, "I'm far from invalid..."
"Let people care," Beryl tapped her friend's head gently. "Let us care." And she did. It had taken a month or two to adjust to the news but she WAS happy for the little healer. And Jason, wreck that he was currently. Her pain shouldn't define other's happiness after all.
"Girl you're tiny. You're starting to be wider than your hips with the twins thing, that means care!"
"...what?" Deputy McKinnon blinked, staring between the two women for a moment with a bonus glare or two to the 'helpful' volunteers moving behind the counter.
Khemrys's cheeks cooled immediately, leaving her normal milk complexion as austere and calm as stone as her hands moved in the man's usual order. "What wouldst you wish to question young peacekeeper?"
The deputy's gaze settled on her, then on the drape of her dress over the small bulge of her belly, complicated emotions chasing across his face before they settled on grim, "is it true?"
"Pardon?" she blinked.
"Twins. With that thing. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? What did he tell you?" he snarled, hands gripping the edge of the counter.
"Children, with my chosen husband," Khemrys corrected coolly, settling his normal bag between them, steel in her spine. "And as a healer of my own and a follower of my Lady the risk is far from high."
"Bullshit," he growled, ignoring the several hard stares that turned his way. Who fucking cared what little errand runners the local shifters and vamps had stationed here? They knew and they hadn't told this woman. She should have KNOWN better, but obviously not even a husband could be trusted to be up front about what a monster he was, and the risks thereof.
"Hardly, deputy." There had never been that level of steel cool in her voice when addressing him, and lacking anything even approachable. "My children are quite real, and I am glad for such." Far from bullshit. And she was, happy, that was.
"Did he bother to tell you what their infected spawn do to their mothers?" he growled, leaning across the counter slightly. "How they chew their way out? Just like their parent, all instinct and teeth instead of babies."
Khemrys stared at him for a long moment, the store deathly quiet as she considered, then she casually unwrapped his normal purchases and put them away once more. "And you quite the fool to believe such, Deputy. How disappointing for those you say to protect."
"Listen to me!" he snarled, grabbing her arm. "Get rid of those things now before it's too late!
Beryl snarled in her own right and lashed out a fist to numb the policeman's hand at the wrist, "hands off." The 'volunteers eased toward the counter, still staring, waiting on orders.
Deputy McKinnon barked a laugh, looking at Khemrys only, "they want their little tart of a dancer to have a happy life. So they talked you into trying because you don't know any better, trying to carry to term when they all know it can't be done. They don't care about you Khemrys. I care. I care about your health. I can help you be rid of this." He could. Doctors who wouldn't ask questions. Support as she recovered...asafe place away from the monsters where she could live protected as she should be. He didn't even notice as Beryl and Khemrys both lifted hands to their noses, disgust washing across their faces at the sudden, rising stenth of the Left Hand.
Khemrys eyed the arm he'd grabbed and the slow bloom of red marks, the start of bruises from his fingertips, then lifted grey eyes to stare the cop down, gold bubbling gently in the depths as she almost sadly, "you intend my children harm," she intoned.
"Witnessed," Beryl spoke harshly. It just felt right.
"You intend my lord husband harm."
"Witnessed," the rest in shop spoke despite themselves, the air growing heavy and charged.
"Both are harm unto me," Khemrys's statement ended on her own soft growl, more fur and shadow in the tone than most present had ever heard from her.
"I want to keep YOU safe!" he yelped, eyes darting between them.
"A lie," she noted gently. "And so you have entered my territory, my home, with ill intent and thus your welcome is revoked. Never shall you find welcome past these doors again," she intoned.
The heaviness in the air broke with an almost audible wave that raised the hairs on arms and necks, a force reaching out to trace along the policeman's spine and turn him about, legs moving mechanically until he stood outside the shop doors will-he nill-he. He turned to snarl, lifting a hand to...bang on the empty air where the shop door stood open, unable to pass. "You'll regret this Khemrys! You'll see, they're all lying to you!"
Khemrys...ignored him, gaze shifting to the mallow root that the young rat was finally passing with a smile. That man meant nothing now, and she had no cause to regret the loss of what might become poison, "thank you lord Daniel, next I believe I needs must blend that tea for the Nanas..."
Beryl was staring at the man throwing a tantrum outside though. Staring and sending off texts to everyone who might need to know. Their own small family, the Circus, the clinic, anyone who might suffer from a policeman being set in his place. This was St. Louis after all, nothing was perfect.