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where the stolen roses grow - kagerus, any - Solace - 05-21-2018 Solace . . . RE: where the stolen roses grow - kagerus, any - Ilma - 05-21-2018 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl
When Ilma wakes, Llowell wakes too - and she wonders what else could have startled her. Perhaps a bad dream - she doesn't have so many nightmares any longer, not with Svedka filling the holes in her mind or heart, but sometimes she still thinks back on last fall subconsciously, or she dreams that she does leave Llowell behind, or worse, that Arty comes to claim him and take him away, and she sees him later and he's just as bad as his father - never, she will never let that happen in real life, but sometimes the mind plagues from corners not looked into at daylight. and shooting stars cannot fix the world RE: where the stolen roses grow - kagerus, any - Kagerus - 05-21-2018 kagerus and in my dreams, i kissed your lips a thousand times Of course, I notice immediately when her pale figure rends itself from the dreamscape back to reality; as she awakens, I am left next to something hollow and imagined, but I hold her anyways. There in our silken bed, I lie with my nails in my teeth and my knees tucked to my aching stomach. Even though it's her hour, even though it's she who deserves the pain and the beauty of this moment - I cannot help but to feel sickeningly anxious. I've watched a lover give birth before. I've watched as I failed to be enough for a child in the ways of motherhood. And I've heard the cries - I want to be strong enough to hear them again, but as my chest tightens and threatens to burst, I know that I am not. Deep breath, says a voice that I don't recognize, light, airy, a part of myself that I've never met before. Think of her, for she is your strength. And she needs you - now. Waking with a gasp, I'm immediately pressing my nose to Solace's swelled belly, feeling it harder than it's ever been before. A light rain falls just outside our grotto, making an earthy music in the mid night air. Murmuring words of encouragement and support, any selfish and vain thoughts I'd had in the dreamscape are absent now. My mind and heart knows only her - knows only my love for her. The process is long, twice as long as I'd expected, though I ought to have. Strewn across the bed I'd carefully arranged for her over the past weeks building up to this exact moment, my beautiful queen struggles and moans for the pain and exertion of it all. Throughout the process, I never leave her side once, pressing my mouth to her jaw and reminding her that these five minutes of pain will produce a lifetime of happiness. And when those five minutes pass, we lay in silence, the lives of our newborn children heralded by the steady song of the rain. "Solace," I murmur with tears glistening in my eyes. "They're beautiful." I nuzzle her, overcome with emotion. "I love you so much," comes my choked words. Sniveling, I step back, allowing the exhausted mother to heave up, to reach out and begin grooming her children. For a moment, my certainty as to where I belong in this picture wavers, and I hesitate to touch the twins - but in the next breathe, remembrance of our unity and our understanding of the queerness of this family comes to me. Stepping forward, I lower my nose to the colt's head, grooming him instinctively. His maleness reminds me of my own son, and for the first time as I remember Abysm, I am met with a warm, motherly feeling of tenderness, and not fear or revulsion. "Hello, baby," I whisper. "I'm Kagerus, and I love you, too." @[Solace] RE: where the stolen roses grow - kagerus, any - Solace - 05-29-2018 Solace . . . RE: where the stolen roses grow - kagerus, any - Ilma - 05-30-2018 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl
Now and then, the sounds of labour, and of Kagerus soothing Solace while she does, reach her ears, and she looks up only to settle back into her grazing, relaxed stance again. Not that she is entirely relaxed knowing what is happening, but she is fine with keeping predators or other unwanted visitors out (you know, like a nosy brother, a former lover, things like that). and shooting stars cannot fix the world @[Kagerus] RE: where the stolen roses grow - kagerus, any - Kagerus - 06-06-2018 kagerus and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times She's weak from birth, and yet stronger than any force I've yet to come across. As the warm wetness of her sweat-coated side presses into mine for support, I know in my heart that its truly her from whom support is being drawn. My mouth goes lovingly to her forelock, kissing it away from those eyes I fell so hard for not so long ago. She murmurs her thanks, murmurs her heart, murmurs her love - and I feel tears gathering like oceans to pool in rivers down my cheeks. "I'll always be here my love," comes my reply, whispered and choked and so fucking happy. "Don't ever think otherwise. The mood lightens some as her lips go to my shoulder, eventually nudging me towards the two beings she has so miraculously brought forth. A pang of panic goes through me upon remembering that I'll never do the same, that I'll never be a mother in truth, that I am barely even a woman in comparison to the angel who's struggle I have just witnessed. But her soothing voice telling me that they're mine, too, steadies me and banishes the darkness that often threatens to overcome me. Exhaling shakily, I turn my eyes wordlessly to her, nodding as I wholeheartedly try to absorb her words into my own philosophy. Our children. As I turn to groom the colt, speaking to him lovingly, he is already rising. On stick-thin legs he wobbles his way towards me, reminding me painfully of how I'd missed Abysm's first steps; but as he teeters dangerously, I reach out to catch him, and that act alone seems to reconcile the demons within me. I made mistakes then, but there's so much I can do now. As his little nose squish against mine wetly, I realize that there's a whole life in front of me to be shaped and molded - two whole lives, I correct myself. Solace comes alongside me, encouraging her daughter to stand. With a gentle pressure, I pull the newly standing Clegane into my chest (chuckling at the adorableness of his whole-body sneeze), holding him as I once did Khaedrik. He smells so freshly of the womb that I can't help the snort that must tickle his baby skin as I run my mouth along him; he's just too perfect. I wouldn't change anything about him; about either of them. The scent of Ilma becomes more apparent as she enters the grotto, wet from the rain but seemingly unhindered by its presence. We do live in the mountains after all, and rain is a normal part of that. Looking up at her as she enters from where I am curled against the colt, I smile at her almost dreamily... How wonderful, for the three women role models of Hyaline to be present at the birth of the prince and princess. A soft nicker warbles from my lips at the thought, the warmth in my eyes undeniable and radiant. She comments on their beauty, and I can only agree. "Let this moment be one we remember," I whisper, memorizing the whiteness of Ilma against the darkness of the cage, the way Clegane smells, and how beautiful Solace is with her daughter held so close. My voice reaches for each of their hearts, hoping to put a peace there that will carry them to sleep as night continues to fall, serenaded by the pit-patter of rain. "Let this be a moment of family." @[Solace] @[Ilma] I'm calling this a 'closer' but I also left it slightly open ended if you want to go another round The twins are quite aged now haha so I figured a wrap up was about due! Sorry for the wait! |