and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
As could be expected, she was hardly amused when an egg, of all things, had been dropped off at Loess. It was already a constant struggle to deal with Ophanim’s countless other children, but at this point, she is almost certain that he is just messing with her. This was bordering on the edge of ridiculous, and she glared at the oddly colored egg every day since its arrival. She had not been left instructions on how to handle it, and to be frank, she was hoping that if she just left the egg out in the open some sort of wild animal – a bear, one of Castile’s dragon offspring, she honestly didn’t care – would come and just take care of the problem for her. It was sorely tempting to just shatter the thing to a thousand tiny pieces, but that sliver of good that she had in her heart – that small piece of real estate that Ophanim himself claimed as his – wouldn’t let her.
She was grateful that he was at least back from Sylva in time to witness...whatever this was. With an exaggerated disinterest – because she didn’t want him to think for even half a second that she was slightly okay with this situation – she watched him watch the egg hatch, and any curiosity that she might have was carefully masked. “Yeah well, you should regret this,” she says dryly as the egg quivers and cracks. Still, she cannot help but to be amused when he sidles alongside of her, and despite her annoyance she steals a sideways glance at him. Once again, she finds herself thinking that it’s a really good thing he’s cute, and is also for some reason the only creature on this planet she can want to murder but not actually have the willpower to do so.
But when the flailing pink bundle finally makes her entrance, all she can do at first is blink in surprise. She isn’t sure what she had expected to come out of the egg, but a firebreathing pink baby wasn’t it. When the little filly coughs fire, Starsin quickly startles backwards, simultaneously shooting Ophanim an irritated look, as though it was entirely his fault Loess was just almost potentially burnt down just now. But she says nothing, and instead all she does is breathe a flustered sigh as he stomps out the flames. “Honestly, Ophie, I have no words.”
Cautiously, she takes a step forward, lowering her head to inspect the newborn girl. She hated the fact that her maternal instincts were trying to override the absolute abhorrence she desperately wanted to feel anytime she saw one of his children that wasn’t hers, but ever since having Malone, it was harder. And he seemed to really have a knack for picking mothers that don’t take care of their children. “Well, you can’t just get rid of her. It’s your fault she exists,” she pauses, glancing at him again with a pointed tilt of her head, “and it’s your fault she breathes fire.” Bringing herself alongside of him, she reaches to pull maybe a little too hard at his mane, trying to hold back an amused laugh when she asks him, “What are you naming your hellspawn?”
starsin
it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )
@[Ophanim]
