I'm the one they call the underdog, If you want a shot, just step in the ring
The register of what he’s just said lands not long after it’s too late to pull it back. His features immediately scrunch into something half-apology, half-brace for the inevitable outrage. His wince is wasted though, because Charlie’s enthusiasm is never one to be outmatched, least of all by social norms. ”So fast!!!” he responds quickly thereafter, energy pacing hers even if for a different reason. The speed of her size is truly what he meant, because it hasn’t been long since they stood before Dygra, and the show of her belly is an unavoidable truth of the state they’re in. Not that he’d doubted it, but if he hoped to have more time to come to terms with it all, well clearly there’s none to waste.
The book he’s holding flops uselessly to the ground, nothing in there warning him about the speed of it all. She clasps him with an alarming strength, but he’s still stunned enough not to bother resisting, still hung up on the roundness of her. There’s a hush that rolls through his body the moment his palms settle on the curve of their growing child, the noise of alarm and the wide gawk of surprise all collapsing into a private wonder. ”There’s a baby in there.” It’s more breath than voice, too much of him pulled into the sheer awe of what she’s able to produce. It doesn’t take long for him to find himself again, eagerness breaking away. ”You’re making a baby!” He glances up to find her eyes, his own sparking with a new edge of excitement, bright and warm. ”Holy shit, I can’t believe it.” His fingers flex against the seat of her belly, not pressing so much as better fitting to the shape of her, so he can fully feel the hum of life generating beneath the swell.
Still a captive to her grip, his palms don’t balk as she grants them a new curve. ”Yeah they are!” he laughs up at her, admiration still shining through, his grip resettling and tightening again as he fully takes in this roundness as well. He catches himself suddenly, jerking his hands away and stuffing them hard and tight beneath his pits. ”Wh—uh,” he clears his throat faintly, a blush rising immediately. ”I mean, that’s great, just what the kid needs.”
Just then, the world outside screams, and while it might not normally set him on edge, especially after hearing it all season, he almost thinks it sounds like Flora’s wrath. The jarring sound also sends a group of humming bats from the corner roost they’d made among the dark corner where two tall beams connect. Their frantic fluttering and complaining chatter is all enough to make Kaisel jolt in place, then stiffen in the recovery of it. ”Frey’s tits,” he swears under his breath, pulling his foot out of the water as he busies himself clearing a spot amid his studies to sit. ”C’mon, I feel like you shouldn’t be standing if you don’t have to,” he urges, motioning to the lounge nearby. ”Do you feel well? Do you need anything??”
The book he’s holding flops uselessly to the ground, nothing in there warning him about the speed of it all. She clasps him with an alarming strength, but he’s still stunned enough not to bother resisting, still hung up on the roundness of her. There’s a hush that rolls through his body the moment his palms settle on the curve of their growing child, the noise of alarm and the wide gawk of surprise all collapsing into a private wonder. ”There’s a baby in there.” It’s more breath than voice, too much of him pulled into the sheer awe of what she’s able to produce. It doesn’t take long for him to find himself again, eagerness breaking away. ”You’re making a baby!” He glances up to find her eyes, his own sparking with a new edge of excitement, bright and warm. ”Holy shit, I can’t believe it.” His fingers flex against the seat of her belly, not pressing so much as better fitting to the shape of her, so he can fully feel the hum of life generating beneath the swell.
Still a captive to her grip, his palms don’t balk as she grants them a new curve. ”Yeah they are!” he laughs up at her, admiration still shining through, his grip resettling and tightening again as he fully takes in this roundness as well. He catches himself suddenly, jerking his hands away and stuffing them hard and tight beneath his pits. ”Wh—uh,” he clears his throat faintly, a blush rising immediately. ”I mean, that’s great, just what the kid needs.”
Just then, the world outside screams, and while it might not normally set him on edge, especially after hearing it all season, he almost thinks it sounds like Flora’s wrath. The jarring sound also sends a group of humming bats from the corner roost they’d made among the dark corner where two tall beams connect. Their frantic fluttering and complaining chatter is all enough to make Kaisel jolt in place, then stiffen in the recovery of it. ”Frey’s tits,” he swears under his breath, pulling his foot out of the water as he busies himself clearing a spot amid his studies to sit. ”C’mon, I feel like you shouldn’t be standing if you don’t have to,” he urges, motioning to the lounge nearby. ”Do you feel well? Do you need anything??”
Kaisel
Even when my feet get tired, I will keep on moving higher
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
