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08-22-2016, 11:32 PM
i never said i'd stay to the end
Pressure is greeted at her shoulder, moving into her ribcage and sinking backwards. Sleep flutters out of her eyes at a pace that leaves her groggy, tired and with heavy lids, nearly making the return without even acknowledging the increase of it. If it was one of her children, then they could have easily taken up their problems with Hobgoblin. If it was the baby, well, the pain wasn’t that bad, barely enough to rouse her from slumber.
So therefore it must be Hobgoblin or one of her children coming to stir her from her long awaited midday nap.
“Need awake.”
“Mmmm…” Annoyance ripples across his features at her humming. Sikeax’s laziness had increased over the last weeks, spending days under a tree, nestled into the grass and doing nothing but sleeping. At any call that she received, she was slower, less willing to go, mumbling out curses to whoever needed her. The presence of a baby had turned her around completely.
“You need up. You fat.”
“Hobgoblin,” her voice tightens, grows a touch of seriousness as life visibly makes its way back into her. A lone yawn pushes out. “I’m more than aware of that. It’ll go away when I give birth.” Joints ache in agony at her gained weight, groaning because the pressure of Hobgoblin’s weight more thoroughly thrown onto her is enough to get her up. Leopard seals, especially when beached far, far inland, are no longer light and agile creatures as she was used to seeing him be.
The oasis details itself at a slow pace, squinting baby blues as the mixture of green, blue, red and orange at last turns into distant water - I could really go for a swim right now -, trees and foliage that kindly reminds her of the increased hunger she has been experiencing, now more fully aware of her symptoms now that panic isn’t plaguing her, and an endless sea of bright coloured sand. Heat burrows into her skin. The uncomfortable awareness that she has neglected venturing into the desert to gather Aloe Vera strikes her; she’ll have to face the sun’s wrath head on and pay for her neglect later.
A quick mental note is also made to check up on the herbs she has available in the oasis before going. I should bring someone with as well.
Hobgoblin has changed, standing before her, still in her shade, yellow eyes haunting her as his tail flicks idly. In return for his appearance of impatience, he receives a tired lifting of the area above her eyes, ears hung without attention and a dazed expression that overall says that she won’t be fully awake for at least thirty more minutes.
“Tell Golden today?”
There is little effort done from him to hide his disappointment and gathering anger at the sigh she thrusts out in response. She had been avoiding it for some time out of fear. Volterra’s reaction to Zhu was not the best, and after finding Tyrath abandoned in the desert, she heavily doubts the capabilities of parenting for those in the Dragon’s Throat.
But then again, it was Cera, who clung on with love and bravery, daring to rebuild friendships when they seemed to have been left long ago, staying true to promises that always seem to say ‘I’ll be back someday.’ She could trust him with parenting. She could trust him with anything, honestly. A baby would be no different.
Her first steps are slow, gradual, small, sharply contrasting against Hobgoblin’s spread stride as his slender body sprints across the sea of sand and grass, already on the search for Cera. Having to lug around Sikeax’s fat body would make the trip longer than intended and would of course include her complaints about sunburns.
Another thing about Sikeax being pregnant that he had learned: she liked to complain more during it.
So it is when that he finds the golden, winged
“Found boy toy.”
Disgust switches faces as it surges across her own, frowning intensely at even the idea of Cera having that title.
He is not my boy toy.
“Baby daddy? Seed supplier? Got a dick?”
Somewhere, oh she doesn’t know exactly where but somewhere, Hobgoblin is letting himself laugh in his utmost pleasure at Sikeax’s rage. He’s succeeding in pissing her off faster than usual. Another thing about pregnant Sikeax: hormones made it easier to enrage her. At this point, he’s going to need a list for the future.
“Extra skullface. Baby Maker 2.0”
Her arrival brings a scowl over her face, watching as a long sigh heaves from her nostrils, slowly.
Fuck you.
Game, set and match is all that he can think of now. He’s won.
Cera’s presence brings a bit of comfort to her, seeking out his touch with muzzle extended and nicker softly purring from her lips. She can do this. There is nothing wrong with having to tell your best friend that you’re pregnant.
Except that it’s their child.
“Cera.” His name hums free of her vocal cords like a bird’s song, all beauty and grace. “I need to tell you something.” At this point she questions if she should let him guess or tell him straight out. The evidence is painted all over her. She’s too far gone to hide it anymore.
“You’re going to be a dad sometime soon.” Oh, how hard it feels to push those words out of her lips, masking her fear and worry with her search to brush her cheek against him, trying to appear loving, caring, lightly excited when in reality, her heart is clutched in her throat and choking her. Little prayers to the Sun God are filling up her head.
Please let him take the news well.
OOC: screaming
Hobgoblin is in his Serval form when he finds Cera.
when both us knew how the end always is
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
