and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
The unfamiliar thoughts of another snaked through the trees like a whisper, and Starsin was aware of the visitor’s presence long before the flame-haired girl came into sight. She recognizes her almost immediately as one of Castile’s children, but her name escapes her. Despite the familiarity, she approaches her with the same guardedness as she does most visitors, with shielded eyes and a neutral expression. She considered Castile a friend, but that did not automatically extend to his family. Trust was something Starsin had only a small amount of, and it was not given freely.
She nearly arches an eyebrow at the sharp way the younger girl says her name, and it is only because of the comradery between herself and the girl’s sire that she does not raise her own sword. “Reia,” she repeats her name, her own voice remaining even despite the way her cobalt-blue eyes narrowed just slightly. There is a whisper of suspicion in the back of her mind, wondering if Castile had sent his daughter to spy on her. That didn’t seem like him, however. If he was curious how Sylva was, or if he had any doubts of her loyalty, she is sure she would have heard from him directly.
Before she can delve into Reia’s mind to confirm anything, she is rushing headlong into the heart of why she is here. Starsin’s shield briefly falters, entirely caught off guard. This was the last thing she had expected anyone to come to her about. Straightening her shoulders and wiping the surprise from her face, she starts with a certain clip to her words, “Okay first of all, I have not been pregnant ‘a lot’, it’s only been three times.” One of those times was an affair that resulted in twins, but that hardly mattered and was not the point.
But the look of confusion and uncertainty on Reia’s face softens her, and when she breathes a sigh it releases the tense way she had been holding herself. “No one knows what they’re doing, or at least, not the first time.” Starsin had been incredibly lucky, but without knowing the situation between Reia and the father of her children, she doesn’t want to say as much. She had been terrified the first time she was pregnant, because she knew nothing of what it was like to be raised in a real family. If it hadn’t been for Ophanim she isn’t sure what she would have done. And even though her twins with Lie had not been born under the best circumstances, she still couldn’t ask for a better father to them. She never had to do anything on her own, unless she secluded herself by choice.
“I thought I was going to be a terrible mother, but it turns out, it’s one of the only things I’m actually good at,” she says almost wryly, referring to how nearly everything else she handles falls apart. She pauses for a moment, regarding her carefully, before venturing to ask, “Are you going to tell the father?”
starsin
it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )
@[Reia]
