05-02-2021, 06:15 PM
Mazikeen
Mazikeen grins back at him over the subject of their re-affirmed nighttime togetherness - though she’s thinking that there will still be days too. Agreeing to watch him during the night didn’t change that she enjoyed spending time with him during the day, and she would prefer to spend time with him while he’s… him.
She wonders what he’s like in those lost hours - and supposes she might find out as early as tonight.
His reaction to her question about the twins startles her in turn and she pulls back a little to watch him as he fumbles for words. It wasn’t ideal but considering the circumstances, she didn’t think it would be that surprising of a suggestion. When he wipes his cheek against her shoulder, she drapes her head over him in something of an embrace, comforting him, though - with the freedom of him not seeing her face - there is a fleeting frown. Something is bothering her, a worry itching at the back of her mind. She doesn’t pick at it much, she'll do that later when she's alone, but though she feels concerned it’s not quite what you’d expect.
She’s never seen Gale cry.
And it bothers her that this is, apparently, what would make it happen. Over babies he’s never even met? Is that normal? Should she be crying? Is the mere idea of being separated from them supposed to bring her to tears? There is sadness, sure, but Mazikeen isn’t letting herself be sad about any of this because she’ll never stop. The whole damn thing is heartbreaking. And she had been slowly warming up to the idea of being a mom but it was just mixed with so many questions, so much uncertainty it was hard to get excited.
So his exclamation after her idea, even him saying he wanted to watch them grow, causes that spot in the back of her mind to prickle. It just feels a little off. And him telling her if she thinks it's best begins to make her believe that it might just be.
But she doesn't say that yet.
She focuses on the concern she feels, because it is both appropriate and genuine, when she presses her muzzle into his fur and her voice is soothing and hopeful. “We’ll see how things go, there’s still some time before they arrive. Maybe it’ll plateau a bit.” This is one of her hopes so it is not a difficult thing to say. Although they had not planned for these children she wanted the chance to be a family. She was just becoming more and more certain that would not be a possibility.
“It's not something we need to decide now, and we can think about who would be best to ask if we decide to." Mazikeen offers next, hoping to smooth over whatever is happening in his mind now and then when she pulls back a little there's a smile in her orange eyes as she asks something else. “Do you have any ideas for names?"
She wonders what he’s like in those lost hours - and supposes she might find out as early as tonight.
His reaction to her question about the twins startles her in turn and she pulls back a little to watch him as he fumbles for words. It wasn’t ideal but considering the circumstances, she didn’t think it would be that surprising of a suggestion. When he wipes his cheek against her shoulder, she drapes her head over him in something of an embrace, comforting him, though - with the freedom of him not seeing her face - there is a fleeting frown. Something is bothering her, a worry itching at the back of her mind. She doesn’t pick at it much, she'll do that later when she's alone, but though she feels concerned it’s not quite what you’d expect.
She’s never seen Gale cry.
And it bothers her that this is, apparently, what would make it happen. Over babies he’s never even met? Is that normal? Should she be crying? Is the mere idea of being separated from them supposed to bring her to tears? There is sadness, sure, but Mazikeen isn’t letting herself be sad about any of this because she’ll never stop. The whole damn thing is heartbreaking. And she had been slowly warming up to the idea of being a mom but it was just mixed with so many questions, so much uncertainty it was hard to get excited.
So his exclamation after her idea, even him saying he wanted to watch them grow, causes that spot in the back of her mind to prickle. It just feels a little off. And him telling her if she thinks it's best begins to make her believe that it might just be.
But she doesn't say that yet.
She focuses on the concern she feels, because it is both appropriate and genuine, when she presses her muzzle into his fur and her voice is soothing and hopeful. “We’ll see how things go, there’s still some time before they arrive. Maybe it’ll plateau a bit.” This is one of her hopes so it is not a difficult thing to say. Although they had not planned for these children she wanted the chance to be a family. She was just becoming more and more certain that would not be a possibility.
“It's not something we need to decide now, and we can think about who would be best to ask if we decide to." Mazikeen offers next, hoping to smooth over whatever is happening in his mind now and then when she pulls back a little there's a smile in her orange eyes as she asks something else. “Do you have any ideas for names?"
@[Gale]