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Torvil was napping quite soundly. He'd not been sleeping well as of late, and this had been the first real time his body and mind had agreed to let him sleep, and sleep well. Well, well enough to dream anyway.

A cavernous room all around him, quiet and slightly chill, enough to make him shiver a bit, it wasn't too bad, but a tad unsettling.

"You dream I see," A voice, familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time.

"I sleep, if that's what you mean," Torvil replied, turning so he could look at the person who was talking to him while he slept.

"You dream, you dream of good things, you dream of things you want, this is good, you should dream and well..." The old man chuckled, his body bent over a small table piled high with talismans and herbs, his eyes were milky, he was blind, but saw more than any could ever guess.

"I try my best to hope for the best, but it's not always so," Torvil started to slip into the older way of speaking, weather because of the dream, or his own respect for the old man he was unsure. He could not place where he had met him before, but he knew it would come to him in time.

"Yes, yes, we all must sometimes have doubt, no life can ever truly be perfect, you know this well, I have seen the dreams of sadness, you have done well," The old man laughed. "Well indeed, for one so young as you, and not yet so wise as I,"

"Revered Elder, who are you to speak to me in such a way?" Torvil finally broke down and asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

The old man laughed, "Haha, I am Yaan, the old Shaman of your tribe, I come to check on you, been many moons since you last dream, many moons since you dream well, I come see why you not dream, and I find why, and I am sad. But now you dream, and I am glad," The sing-song of his voice filled Torvil's ears, and he could not hep but smile.

"So nice of you then, Great Shaman Yaan, to visit me so, one who has not been home in so long," Torvil touched his heart and then his lips and bowed his head in reverence to the elder.

"Hah, why you need come back? You found what you sought here, you have what you seek, bring it if you wish to come, but we move on without you," The old Shaman cackled. "Though, visiting might do you well, might help you dream, forgot much of the old way have you, not good for dreaming, not good for what you wish to study," The Shaman smiled. "But enough, rest and sleep, and dream, I will leave you," And then the dream dissipated into a long chain of happy dreams that Torvil had long since dreamed before.

Tossing and turning a bit in his sleep as he spoke to the Shaman Yaan, Torvil did not wake for several hours more, finally dragging himself out of bed with a yawn, throwing on a pair of pants, and slowly shambling his body out into the kitchen, where he aimed to make himself a pot of tea. He did not check to see if Morgana had come home yet, his mind having not woken enough to really focus on such things, and if it had, he would have sought her out to talk with her about the possibility of visiting his old home. But for now, his mind was churning with thoughts and memories of the dreams he had been dreaming, and he smiled, for they were happy thoughts of hope, love, and life.

As the kettle whistled, he set the tea to brew, and slowly began to awaken more to his surroundings, noting the floor, ceilings, and walls of the new apartment he and Morgana had moved into, having felt the other was really two small to house two comfortably, and Torvil had managed to set earn them enough money to make the rent and live, comfortably enough.

Once his tea was ready, he took the cup and headed out into the living room portion of the apartment, and settled down on the couch, looking towards the empty fireplace. It was the beginning of a warm summer night, so it was unlit, being a mostly showpiece gas model, but it sufficed for Torvil's needs as he scratched absently at the scales on his elbows. Closing his eyes he sipped his tea, his mind still quite a tizy of thoughts and emotions as he brought his brain back into a rigid segmented, compartmentalized, ordered machine. Smirking afterwards, he let logic and reason go, and once more settled into the gentle chaos of his mind. No, tonight was not a night for analytics, tonight was a night for feelings and thoughts to flow freely.

He wondered if Morgana was home yet, and weather or not she would be in the mood to have a chat with him, perhaps sit and have a long, long chat with him, about where things were going to go. She was still young, but then, in the large schemes of things, so was he, though a grandfather already, but that was a moot point anyhow, and a father of a son who was almost ready to become a man in his own right already, which filled him with a mixed sense of pride and dread, the dread being for his wish to have raised the boy better, been more hands on.

But that was also moot, the past was done, and Torvil would not dwell on it anymore than he had to given his moods. Shaking his head, he sipped his tea, staring into the abyss of the fireplace, watching it stare back at him.

And then he laughed, closing his eyes and letting his head rest on the back of the couch. He laughed, and his glee filled the apartment.

He was finally whole.

Laughter subsided into chuckles, chuckles into almost inteligable giggles, and giggles finally faded to silence as Torvil finally came down off his own internal rambling. Standing slowly and sipping the last bit of his tea, Torvil moved out to the balcony himself, passing Morgana and smiling at her as she sat silently rubbing her arm. Seeing her brought joy to him, how odd it was, after two failed marriages, that he would be able to find someone who he could share his life with.

Okay, one failed relationship and a failed marriage, it really didn't matter either way, the legality of it or not, what he had, had before, both times, was something he thought he could never lose, and he had lost them both, glad of it for now, since he was with Morgana, but there were times he wondered if they had ever really been made to last, or if this was what he was meant to have.

"Peaceful," Torvil said, finally breaking the silence, looking out over the city skyline off in the distance. If anything could be said for the place, it had a wonderful view of Durem, just a spit from the city. Of course, that came with it's own risks, but Torvil felt confident that their locks were good enough.

"You look nice tonight," he added, not really an afterthought, but a new thought, as if he was taking the time to stop and notice things. Moving over to her chair, he moved his hand down, and let it run across her cheek lightly, his fingers just barely brushing the skin, a whisper of a touch.

He smiled.

"Of course, you always look nice, and tonight is no exception," Shaking his head he laughed lightly, happily. "What I should have said, is that you look extremely nice tonight," He smirked at her, his index finger reaching up to gently brush her left ear, like if he were petting a baby bunny. "I'd say good enough to eat, but I'm not a cannibal."

Something wasn't quite right, and Torvil could see this, for one thing, Morgana was not at all acting normal. Shaking his head slowly he slipped his hand from hers and pulled her into a tight hug, just keeping her close to him, giving her comfort.

He didn't know if he should ask if something was wrong, or if she was just tired of stressed. She'd had a not good year so far, at least from what he'd known of it, what with her family and her job and all, she lived a high stress lifestyle and he knew that could definatly drain a person quickly. Finally he decided it would just be better to ask.

"Hey, is something wrong, love?" He ran a hand through her hair, his other arm keeping her close to his body, letting her know he was there for her.

"Something at work? Your family? Something else?" He asked, not knowning what was going on in her life aside from the stress she seemed to be having, along with a not so easy to deal with run of bad luck awhile back.

He suspsected nothing, and knew nothing of her real problems, as heavy as the repercussions would be for him.

(( Haha, Neither, I am posting as I wait for paint to dry so I can paint more @_@ ))

The words Morgana spoke sombered Torvil more than the thought of Morgana being upset. Well what did you expect? It's not like ya'll have been abistinant, it was a matter of time after all, why are you suprised? Chuckling inwardly to himself, he realized that if what he thought had happened had happened, then he'd deal with it in the only way he knew how.

Be a father.

Smiling and brushing her cheek again he chuckled. "I wouldn't have minded waiting a little longer to have the pitter and patter of little feet about, but if you're pregnant then I guess I'll just have to deal," He laughed a little, hugging her tight.

Of course, if he had known the truth, he'd of felt a lot more releaved that it acutally wasn't HIS child, since well, he'd been hoping to have Morgana to himself for a little while, but oh well, such things are bound to happen when you're amorous with somebody, it's not like either of them were really barren, at least, not to his knowledge, he'd never talked to Morgana about it because he figured it wouldn't come up until after they got married.

Wow, until after they got married! He really had plans for this relationship didn't he! It was moot now of course, he would help her raise the child as best he could, after all, if he was the father that was his job, and even if he wasn't...

Wait... How could he not?! The only way he couldn't be is if Morgana was seeing someone on the sly, and even having been betrayed that way before, Torvil didn't see the signs of it on her, so he was pretty sure that wasn't the case. If she was pregnant, it was his seed, there was no doubt in his mind about that.

Was there?

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts that he'd take a closer look at later he smiled. "That is of course if you're pregnant... If you want kids... Well, can we wait until we get married? Please?" He laughed a little, having no idea that the problem wasn't that she neither pregnant nor desired childrend at the moment, but that what she carried about her neck was the source of a fair amount of problems in their future.

Torvil chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. "Whew! Dodged that bullet," He shook his head, "All joking aside..."

Looking at the necklace for a moment he nodded. "Even if it is a 'child' of 'sin' I will help you raise it as if it were our own, after all, a child is a child, and all children deserve to live,"

Even if they turn out to be complete and total hellspawn...

Moving in again, he pulled Morgana close, and kissed her forehead. "I'll help you every step of the way, it's not like you'll be rid of me that easy..."

Torvil chuckled, "Love, your doing the same thing every parent has done when they know a baby is on the way... You'll do find," He brushed her cheek softly before smiling.

"After all, you have me, and I've raised a few kids in my day, trust me, it's not as hard as you think, you'll do fine, and the child will love you, don't worry about messing up, everyone makes mistakes, trust me, I'd know..."

Torvil smiled and squeezed her hand tightly. "I love you too Morgana," He leaned in, and kissed her gently. He held the kiss for some time, before slowly pulling away.

"Don't worry about being like your parent's... Just give the child your love, don't worry about anything else, just make sure the child is well cared for and everything will be alright, I'm going to be here to help you..."

Reaching up, his fingers hovered above the necklace... He didn't dare touch it. "So... Do you know when it will... well... You know..."