01-23-2021, 08:22 PM
halcyon
a tight-pressed line keeping
a wildfire on the inside
a wildfire on the inside
A handful of months have passed since Halcyon had first noticed the gentle bulge of Titanya's barrel. Slowly it had become more prominent, something that drew his golden eyes each time she approached him from across the sands, but he had never outright asked. He simply hadn't wanted to know who had helped her to create the life harbored safely in her womb. And though his first inklings of her pregnancy had caused a cold, angry tightness in the pit of his own stomach, the stallion knew that jealousy and irritation were not his to behold.
The pair had never discussed exclusivity, and Halcyon had even encouraged the she-tiger to continue her explorations outside of Ischia. Ever the wanderer, the predator, he had not wanted to tie her down. He had even been fearful, at first, that the birth of their own twins would cause her to feel far too rooted in one place.
But it would seem that she could wear those ropes and still weave more.
“How are you feeling, love?” he asks her indifferently as his feline frame moves through the darkness and to her side by the small pond they'd first fished together. He growls low, the sound endearing as he can muster, as he curls at the pondside with her. Surely the birth of her child is close at hand, and though they are swathed in what feels like eternal darkness, he can sense the beginnings of change in her.
“The children seem to be spending much of their time with Asena lately,” he muses quietly, realizing that their first birthday will soon come to pass, “though I worry about them in this darkness.”
@[Titanya]
(i'm SO SORRY i've been so slow lately! have some hal words!)
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The pair had never discussed exclusivity, and Halcyon had even encouraged the she-tiger to continue her explorations outside of Ischia. Ever the wanderer, the predator, he had not wanted to tie her down. He had even been fearful, at first, that the birth of their own twins would cause her to feel far too rooted in one place.
But it would seem that she could wear those ropes and still weave more.
“How are you feeling, love?” he asks her indifferently as his feline frame moves through the darkness and to her side by the small pond they'd first fished together. He growls low, the sound endearing as he can muster, as he curls at the pondside with her. Surely the birth of her child is close at hand, and though they are swathed in what feels like eternal darkness, he can sense the beginnings of change in her.
“The children seem to be spending much of their time with Asena lately,” he muses quietly, realizing that their first birthday will soon come to pass, “though I worry about them in this darkness.”
(i'm SO SORRY i've been so slow lately! have some hal words!)
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