LOCKE
He simply listens, too focused on the wiggle worm baby to really think of anything. He occasionally hums in agreement. He understands why she's so keen on this, he really does. Names are not something to be taken lightly and he likes all of the ones she's chosen. Neither of go by their given names so maybe they can give their child something better. He won't mind either way, if the baby decides it wants another name some day. As long as their happy and healthy.
"M'excited too." In the long run, this is all he's ever wanted. A family, to be loved. It was supposed to be with Maeve and he's got that half right at least. Maybe one day, they'll fall back together. He leans his head on the back of her's, ignoring the feelings he's feeling. Eventually he'll get over them. Or get his shit figured out. Just depends on what happens first.
Maeve speaks again, about Safrin this time and he hums softly. She's quite close with the goddess it seems. For a moment he wonders if he'll be like that with Frey but he's not sure. He hopes though. Her question gets a laugh and he just kind of shrugs. "Could.. Take somethin' from me. Told you I've got.. You know." It's said quietly, as if to not ruin the mood. The hands pressed against her belly have done horrible things and yet.. "If you want." He'd understand if she didn't. If she wanted to leave. If she didn't want him involved.
He'd understand.
"M'excited too." In the long run, this is all he's ever wanted. A family, to be loved. It was supposed to be with Maeve and he's got that half right at least. Maybe one day, they'll fall back together. He leans his head on the back of her's, ignoring the feelings he's feeling. Eventually he'll get over them. Or get his shit figured out. Just depends on what happens first.
Maeve speaks again, about Safrin this time and he hums softly. She's quite close with the goddess it seems. For a moment he wonders if he'll be like that with Frey but he's not sure. He hopes though. Her question gets a laugh and he just kind of shrugs. "Could.. Take somethin' from me. Told you I've got.. You know." It's said quietly, as if to not ruin the mood. The hands pressed against her belly have done horrible things and yet.. "If you want." He'd understand if she didn't. If she wanted to leave. If she didn't want him involved.
He'd understand.
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
