05-02-2019, 12:38 AM
" every scar will build my throne. "
Normally he would be pacing the borders of Loess, as he so often did for comfort, but instead he lingers near Leliana today. Winter always felt like a threat since Sabbath was born and he’s not eager to be far from her right now. When she calls, his ears turn before his head does. The sound of need in her voice has him running as quickly as his heavy body will allow. His strides are long but he was never built for speed. Still, he manages to reach her before the baby has arrived.
He presses his lips to her neck as she strains but he doesn’t seem to notice the way Beqanna heaves with her. Magic has never found a home within him so he doesn’t recognize the way it hangs heavy in the air around them. Vulgaris only notices the way her body continues to strain after their daughter slips onto the ground near her mother. Was it too much for her this time? Has her body finally given up? He presses his face to hers and mumbles soft pleas for her to be okay. And then there son is born, all legs and wet like his sister just before him.
The serpent lifts his head and exhales sharply in surprise. The twins stir sluggishly and blink in confusion as their mother begins to levitate, all golden light and miracles. The twins had come as a surprise, but this is something entirely different. His breath shudders in his lungs as he witnesses her rebirth. It terrifies him but he places himself between her and the newborn babies trying to make sense of the world. His muscles shiver even as she lowers back to the ground with burning eyes, with all the beauty of the day he met her.
“L-Leliana.. What.. just happened?”
Behind him, their son has begun testing his legs as he struggles to stand on the spindly limbs. He seems uninterested in the glowing eyes of his mother as he shivers, wet with afterbirth and a stomach full of hunger. The newborn whimpers and glances at his sister as if noticing her for the first time. Vulgaris turns to look back at the twins, then at Leli once more as he struggles for words or even some idea as to what he should do.
“We.. we had twins and..”
His voice trails off, leaving the sentence as lost as he is. Should he comfort her? Should he help the babies with their first steps? He has no idea of the storm settling within her, only of the one building in him.
VulgariS
