[private] you're always holding on to stars | vastra

[Pteron]

and since you’re the only one that matters,----------------
----------------tell me: who do i run to?

His compliment had landed somewhere tender, Pteron realizes, which puzzles Pteron for the brief moment before she explains.

Pregnant, she says, and willing to trade places.

Pteron is shaking his head before he realizes it. He’d seen the little seahorses, and he’s no desire to ever experience a child popping out of his chest. Though he’s not entirely sure Vastra has the ability to make that happen, it is better to be safe than sorry. She’s kidding though, he sees, and tosses his forelock from his eyes as though that’d been the intent of his head shaking the whole time.

“I do too,” he replies with a grin of his own, a roll of his eyes suggesting that he’s aware of his own folly, and even amused by it. “Though in my case, I’ve never been anything but the father, and would prefer to keep it that way.”

@[Vastra]

-- pteron --