you are like the golden hour. it all glows different
He strokes her hair, and she leans into his touch gently, listening as he refreshes her mind as to what the Voice had said. Something about making it a combination, of it being too much and how they would refrain. But much like Bastien, she couldn’t think of a reason that would stop them. To have and cherish a child of the two of them, to do the opposite of what she’d done in Helovia? It was like a dream come true.
She can feel him adjust to look at her as she aims her face up to him, smiling softly, beaming with the results of his agreement. “I’m sure… If there’s a way, it’ll be like getting my eyes. We may have tasks to do. But we could certainly ask.” There was no harming in asking, and no saying it needed to occur that day. But information for the future, for when they’re ready, when life had calmed down and they could thrive with the beauty of what was to come.
The comment of somehow allowing it to be done the traditional way gives her some pause, and she contemplates it. Things would be different, she wouldn’t be abused and starved during the pregnancy, she could care for herself and be doted on by an incredibly loving husband… All opposites of what she had before. “The Voice said I could never bear children again. But I suppose if there’s a way to try it, I would like to at least try?” She muses quietly, leaning into him further, hands squeezing his own as she settles.
She can feel him adjust to look at her as she aims her face up to him, smiling softly, beaming with the results of his agreement. “I’m sure… If there’s a way, it’ll be like getting my eyes. We may have tasks to do. But we could certainly ask.” There was no harming in asking, and no saying it needed to occur that day. But information for the future, for when they’re ready, when life had calmed down and they could thrive with the beauty of what was to come.
The comment of somehow allowing it to be done the traditional way gives her some pause, and she contemplates it. Things would be different, she wouldn’t be abused and starved during the pregnancy, she could care for herself and be doted on by an incredibly loving husband… All opposites of what she had before. “The Voice said I could never bear children again. But I suppose if there’s a way to try it, I would like to at least try?” She muses quietly, leaning into him further, hands squeezing his own as she settles.
when you're here
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