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 Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 2:55 pm
She was hellishly tired, too – but of course, that was Zak's fault too. He'd been working her harder than ever, and she could hardly keep herself up when they were done. Hell, she could hardly drag herself out of bed in the morning. She was cranky, because of the lack of sleep, and everything seemed to make her upset.
She really hoped that whenever it was coming, her period would come soon. She was sick of waiting for it – and she was sick of the horrible PMS that came with that waiting.
Currently, she was lying in bed, her hands over her face as she thought about it all. But...speaking of sick... Her stomach suddenly protested to being empty, violently – and she was forced to lurch out of bed, making a mad dash for the bathroom. She hit the floor in front of the toilet with her knees, just in time to retch up the water she'd had that morning. Ugh. It was disgusting. If there was one thing Kali hated more than her demonic periods, it was definitely throwing up.
Groaning, she leaned her head against the cool porcelain, and wondered for the first time if something was wrong with her. Perhaps she had a flu bug, or...
Or, who was she kidding?
Her breasts ached, she wanted ketchup chips, of all things – and above all, she wasn't just cranky. She was happy. She was weepy. She was irritable. She was cheery. She was a roller coaster of emotions, and there was no way it was all caused by a late period.
At least, not the way she was determinedly believing that it was.
But, as she huddled on the cold laminate of her uncle's bathroom floor, she couldn't push back the thought she'd been dreading. That maybe it wasn't just late. Perhaps it was missing altogether.
It couldn't be possible, though! Not because she was a pure, virgin angel, as chaste as new snow – but because she was, at least, responsible in her promiscuity. Which, honestly, wasn't promiscuity at all. It was only one boy, and despite the frequency with which it happened between them, it wasn't like she ran around switching guys and catching STD's like they were Pokemon. Regardless – she wasn't stupid, and neither was Lance. She was taking the pill, and he made sure to sheathe himself each and every time. You didn't get as experienced as he was by making stupid mistakes, like forgetting a condom. So, it was impossible!
Or...merely implausible.
Everything had a rate of 'fail' attached to it – nothing but abstinence was a perfect barrier from pregnancy.
Pregnancy. Oh, god, she'd just admitted that she was considering it.
But she couldn't be. She couldn't.
She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, burying her face in her knees. She wasn't. She wasn't. She...
She needed to know. For sure. She had to prove the strange feeling in her stomach wrong.
She flushed the toilet and grabbed her coat as she went down the stairs, calling a 'goodbye' to the rest of the house so they wouldn't get suspicious. She didn't need her Uncle, or her cousins, to ask any questions. She wasn't sure that she could come up with a good enough lie, right now. She was far too flustered.
She made it to the pharmacy, hands shaking as she ducked through the aisles, trying to find the boxes she was looking for. She found them, ironically, next to the condoms – as if they wanted to rub it in her face. Assholes. She'd used one. She had no idea why it would have not worked.
Looking around, and rather mortified that she had to do this, she scooped about twenty of them into her basket, covering her face with one hand as she went to the cash, not looking up at the Cashier as she punched them through.
Thank god, she managed to stuff them into the backpack she'd brought once she was out the store, without seeing anyone she knew, or anyone she knew seeing her.
She felt sick as she hurried back to the house, not speaking to anyone when she got back. Dimitri wasn't gone anyways, and she heard Viktor getting ready to leave for Katia's dance lessons as she closed the door to the bathroom behind her, dropping the backpack on the floor.
Suddenly, she didn't want to do this. She didn't want to know. She wanted to wake up from whatever nightmare this was, and have her life back to normal. Because this couldn't happen. Not now. She was still a ******** kid herself. She couldn't have one of her own. She couldn't care for one of her own. She...
She shakily pulled one box from the backpack, and slid the stick out from within.
A few moments later, she pitched it across the room. It clattered into the bath tub, and she grabbed a different one, eyes wide. She could hardly get it out of the box. It too followed it's brethren into the tub; and so did the next seven that she used.
She was very glad that everyone was gone as she sunk down on the floor, choking on a sob as she stared at the nine demonic little plus signs.
There were still eleven more tests, though. And they...they....
Oh, she thought, tears welling in her eyes. Who was she kidding?
Nine tests couldn't all be wrong. And that ******** plus sign wouldn't go away, no matter how many she took.
She was pregnant.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 3:02 pm
Flopping back on her bed, and staring at the ceiling, Kali hadn't moved since coming in here after cleaning up her mess in the bathroom, burning the evidence when she was done.
Well, all but one.
The only proof other than her own body that she was pregnant was lying beside her on her pillow – a bit disgusting, but she didn't care.
How was she supposed to tell her Uncle? Her family?
...How was she supposed to tell Lance?
How would he react? Would he yell? Cry?
...Leave?
She clenched her fists over where they rested on her stomach. She had tossed her shirt off at the door of her room and had a nice long look at her flat tummy. And then? Then, she had cried.
The only reason she wasn't still crying now was because she couldn't seem to. She was all cried out, and she looked like hell. She didn't want to go anywhere, or do anything, right now. But...this couldn't wait...
She looked over, and spotted the phone in it's cradle. Not, she decided, a good idea. But she should at least call, first. Reaching out, she grabbed it, and dialled the number. It rang – were they even home? She was beginning to hope they weren't, so she could put it off, but then she heard a click as someone answered.
“Hello?”
It was Lance. She almost hung up. Her voice caught in her throat, and she croaked at first, but managed to speak very quietly.
“I....we need to talk. In private. Please make sure Charlie is gone, or...or meet me outside, and we can go somewhere...” She didn't sound happy, at all. She hoped he wouldn't assume the worst on his own, but she wasn't going to tell him anything on the phone. Sure, she was being strangely cryptic, but whatever.
“I'm leaving now. I'll be over soon.” She said this quickly, then hit the off button on her phone, dropping it so it landed beside the small stick on her pillow. She closed her eyes and sat up, holding her head in her hands for a few moments before lurching up, off the bed, to her shirt.
Might as well, she thought, get it over with.
In his apartment, Lance stared at the phone in confusion. He'd just gotten out of the shower when he'd gone to answer the phone and had been quite confused by Kali's panicked call. Unfortunately, he found no opportunity to get a word into the conversation – if it could be called that – other than his initial 'hello' before Kali hung up. What was going on? What did she need to talk about? For a moment, he wondered if she possibly wanted to break up – that was normally what 'we need to talk' lead up to. But why would she want to break up? She'd been moody lately, yeah, but he didn't think that anything break-up worthy had happened! She'd sounded so upset though...
Luckily, Charlie was out. The impling had gone out with Gin, from what he understood, and probably wouldn't be back for a while. The young man hoped that this was the case, because whatever Kali wanted to talk about was clearly important. It was for this reason that Lance paced about impatiently until he finally heard a knock at the apartment door. Seconds later, he pulled it open and was greeted by the sight of a very dishevelled looking Kali. “Kali...what's going on?” He gently pulled her inside as he asked the question, guiding her over to the couch. She looked like she'd been crying...had she been?
She was going to answer. Really, she'd been fully intending to explain it all to him. Instead, however, the tears she'd thought gone welled up, again, and she looked away from him, rubbing at them furiously. The stick was in her coat pocket, but she didn't dare pull it out. She wanted to tell him, directly. She was...oh, goddess, she was afraid to tell him. The fears were unfounded, and she knew he was a good man. He hadn't abandoned her when Zak had cursed her, and she didn't see what would make her think he would abandon her now. But he could. He could panic, he could tell her that he didn't want it...
And she wasn't entirely sure that she didn't want it. She certainly wasn't going to get rid of the baby! She was all about choice, but...that wasn't a choice that she would make.
She felt his arms around her, but wasn't listening to what he was saying. She didn't pull away, but wiggled her way into his lap, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his shoulder, forcing back her tears. A hiccough wracked her form as she did, and she swore colourfully – at least, though, her voice was back.
“L-lance.” She managed, a hiccough punctuating his name. “I...I'm pregnant.”
For a few moments, Lance rocked Kali as the two of them sat on that couch. She was trying not to cry, and he could tell, but nothing seemed to be calming her down. What was upsetting her so much? Surely this couldn't be her simply overreacting, right?
No, she wasn't, he soon discovered, for her next words caused his stomach to drop. Green eyes widened with shock, and he quickly found himself without words.
Pregnant. Kali was pregnant.
He'd gotten her pregnant.
Lance's arms tightened around Kali, and he found that he couldn't form a sentence for a good few moments. What SHOULD he say? This hadn't exactly been news that he'd been expecting to get today, what with the fact that Kali was on the pill and that he always used a glove when they decided to have fun. Those precautions clearly hadn't worked though, which meant that they had a very serious matter on their hands.
“You're...pregnant...” he finally managed after he'd finally managed to clear his throat. For the first time in a very, very long time, Lance actually found himself feeling quite insecure about something – could he raise a kid? He wasn't exactly the most responsible kid to ever grace the planet! He wouldn't have a choice either way.
Because he wasn't about to leave Kali to do this alone. With that thought it mind, he pulled her closer and kissed her head, brushing a some of her bangs from her eyes. “It'll...it'll be okay.” he said quietly, silently wondering if he was saying that more to reassure her, or himself. “I'm not gonna leave you – I promise. We'll get through this together...okay?”
At first she was afraid. Very afraid. Lance just stared at her for a while, and she felt like curling up and dying. Why wasn't he saying anything? He had to...he had to say something! She opened her mouth, about to beg him to do so, when he did. He spoke as if he didn't believe it; what did that mean? Would he...would he tell her she was lying? Or to get out? Or..or...
Oh, even if they were irrational, to Kali, the fears were very, very real. The knot twisted, grew, festered – and fell away as he pulled her closer, kissed her forehead, and ran a hand through her hair.
It was going to be okay.
Tears welled and she threw her arms around his neck, managing a mute nod. Together.
“I...oh my god. I thought...that you might...” She whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. She thought he'd react badly. But, he hadn't.
There was, however, no counting for everyone else they had to tell.
“I wouldn't.” Sure, he kind of freaked out, but this was still partly his fault. Well, actually, he was more than 'kind of' freaked out – he was currently envisioning every single way that Viktor could (and probably would) kill him while using only his thumb. So far, he'd come up with about 15, and they were all quite painful.
So, maybe freaked out wasn't the best way to describe how he was feeling. Terrified was a pretty good word though. He wasn't going to let Kali see just how uneasy he was though, in respects to both the baby, and how Viktor was going to act. This was his responsibility, and he'd be damned if he freaked Kali out any more than she'd already been. “Let me take care of it, okay?”
A baby. Holy crap, he was having a baby. Now that it had really sunk in, Lance had a million thoughts rushing through his head, though a few stood out most in his mind. Firstly, he was going to take care of Kali – he didn't even have to consider this. The second was that even if this ended up being harder than anything else that he could possibly do in his life, he would STILL be a good father. He wouldn't become the same scum that his own parents had been. He refused to. Even if he couldn't be the perfect parent, he'd still be a good one, even if he had to wallow through a river of mud in order to do it. He'd make sure that he was there, for both Kali AND their baby.
With those thoughts in mind, Lance kissed Kali face again and rocked her gently, holding her close as he whispered to her. “I promise, it'll be okay.” He said, trying to calm her down. He could do this. He would. Kali's family might kill him for it, but he'd do it.
He wouldn't fail at this – he had to do it, for both Kali's sake, and that of their baby.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 11:29 pm
NO BANNER YET BITCHES
Lance was ******** terrified. The boy was really and truly scared right now, despite the brave facade that he was putting on right now. He was going to be, in about 9 months time, a father. The young man wasn't sure if he would've been prepared for this news in later years, but he certainly wasn't right now. He had, however, accepted the fact that he and Kali were having a baby, and that he'd have to man up to the occasion. He'd also accepted the fact that they would need to tell Kali's family.
Which lead to the reason that Lance was so ******** scared – Viktor. To say that Kali's uncle was an intimidating figure would definitely be an understatement; the man was a brick s**t house, and anyone who had the balls to stand up to him was either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid. Possibly both. Now, Lance was actually very good at making it look as though he WEREN'T shitting his pants whenever he needed to associate with the larger man, but he only managed that through a sheer amount of determination.
Today however, he was wondering if he would manage to do it. This was because he and Kali had agreed that they would tell Viktor today. Actually, Lance had decided that he would tell him today – hopefully, the decision wouldn't result in him getting his spleen ripped out.
He was doing fairly well so far. The two of them were currently sitting in the living room, Lance on the couch across from where Viktor sat in an armchair. The gothic teen knew that Viktor wasn't incredibly fond of him – in fact, Lance was fairly certain that the large man's opinion of him was probably bordering on HATING him. This bit of news probably wasn't going to help with that, so he might as well get it over with.
“Kali's pregnant.” Through some miracle, Lance managed to keep his voice completely steady. It was an amazing feat, really. “We're going to raise the baby together. I'm going to look after her.” Clearly, his mind was made up – now he just had to hope that Viktor wouldn't KILL him before the baby was born.
At first, Viktor hadn't been entirely sure why was sitting here, waiting for Lance McCoy to spit out whatever it was he wanted to say. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why he'd let him in the house. But, the boy had said it was important, and so despite the sinking feeling in the back of his stomach, he opened the door and led him to the living room. For a while, the dark haired boy had been silent, and given Viktor an opportunity to study him, and ponder of the meaning of this meeting.
He had never been particularly fond of the boy. He looked like a hooligan – piercings, dark and torn clothing, hair that he didn't seem to bother to comb. An aspiring musician, which was something Viktor wished him luck in, but held no particular respect for. He didn't see him succeeding. He didn't see him giving Kali a life, and certainly not one that she deserved. Perhaps he was getting a bit ahead of himself; but even if he didn't have ridiculously high standards, based on appearances and aspirations alone, Lance McCoy was not a suitable suitor for anyone in Viktor Kovak's family.
He did, however, have some redeeming qualities. These were probably the reason that Viktor had let him in at all.
He was determined, and Viktor had to give him that. And, he certainly cared a lot for his niece, if he was willing to risk Viktor's wrath for her. Lance had stood up to him, and while he did not appreciate it, he had to admire the boy's tenacity in doing so. He was brave. And, as far as he could tell, he was loyal. It was best that he was. If he wasn't, Viktor would quickly and happily make him rather ill equipped to be disloyal. It was bad enough that he knew of the things Kali and Lance did when they were alone, thanks to Luka. He didn't need his niece's heart being broken because Lance decided to have that same intimacy with someone else.
Of course, he had only a father's natural dislike for the boy that fed that particular suspicion. All in all, he supposed Lance was nice enough.
Which, coming from Viktor, was like winning the Nobel Peace Prize.
All thoughts and opinions of him aside, Viktor's mind wandered to what, exactly, Lance could possibly want – and he soon found out.
The first reaction was of rage, and he was sure that it showed on his face. He'd never been good at stopping that particular emotion from showing. His silver eyes turned to ice, becoming oddly white in his anger. How dare he?! How dare he touch her, and not be safe, or smart enough to prevent it?! How dare she let him!? He had...dare he use the word, befouled his niece with his demon spawn, and...
And he was taking responsibility for it.
As Viktor's nostrils flared and he began to breathe a bit like a bull, he spotted a look in Lance's eyes. It was a look he recognized, and one he himself had worn not so long ago.
Determination. Love. And, he knew, it would soon be tinged by pride. It was the look of a soon to be father – someone who wanted to have a child of his own. Of course, he knew the boy couldn't have been expecting it. But his words rang true, and his eyes emphasized them.
Viktor's teeth still clenched, but he began to calm, merely fisting his hands on his knees. He did want, very badly, to reach out and slap the boy. He refrained, however, and tried to lessen the intensity of his icy glare. He wasn't confident that he succeeded, but did manage to unclench his teeth as he spoke. Calm, and level, and without growling.
He was doing so well.
“An' how do ye expect to do that? Ye work fer minimum wage, at a theater.” It was a bullheaded challenge, one he couldn't help but offer the boy, whose words from here on out would determine how long he survived this little 'face off'. Not that Viktor would leave his grand nephew or niece without a father. He would just maim him a bit.
It was an improvement upon the initial instinct of killing Lance, however, and so Viktor should have been congratulated at least a little bit.
Viktor's initial reaction was one that Lance had honestly expected – it had been general rage, and the black-haired boy had barely managed to keep from pissing himself upon seeing such an expression on the man's face. Only an idiot could look on an angry Viktor and NOT be completely terrified of the guy, and Lance was actually very, very surprised that Kali's uncle wasn't trying to KILL him right now.
Instead, he was...TALKING with him. The man was obviously still pissed, but he was talking. In a civilized manner. And Lance's man-parts were still all intact. Really, that was nothing short of a miracle at this point. However, that didn't change the fact that Viktor obviously expected an answer from the gothic teen. The young man ran a hand through his hair, wracking his brain for an answer – what WOULD he do? Obviously, the job he had wouldn't be enough, and he knew that he couldn't rely on the band to bring in a steady income right now – he was barely managing to pay his and Charlie's RENT, so crying out loud! How was he going to support this kid???
“I...I could go back to school. I don't have the money for that though...but I could get another job. Hell, I could get two or three more jobs if I needed to. I'll do SOMETHING.” As terrified of Viktor as he was, Lance was determined to see this through. He would raise this kid, with Kali, no matter how difficult of an endeavor that turned out to be. He had to. He couldn't fail at this – he WOULDN'T.
Viktor watched Lance silently for a few moments, before smiling ever so slightly. This boy may have made a terrible mistake – but he was taking responsibility for it. He had to respect the boy for that. He was willing to go to great lengths to ensure that his child was cared for, and Viktor...well, Viktor could relate.
So, he didn't tear his limbs off in a furious fit of rage.
Instead, he leaned forward, his voice still serious, but less angry.
“Ye doona have te get another job, boy. I c'n pay for ye to go back to school. Ye jus' hafta promise me you won't quit yer current job, or drop out. Hell. I might even have a position open at me company.” He said gruffly, scratching his chin, and watching Lance closely. “Depends on you, though. Depends on what ye'd be willing to do. S'boring, office work, and ye'd be working under Markham, me assistant. Prissy ******** if I've ever seen one.” Even his anger at the unexpected pregnancy couldn't override his distaste for Markham.
“But ye'd be paid well, an ye'd get hours that worked around school. An that other job, if ye wanna keep it.”
He grunted as he leaned forward on his knees and pushed himself into a standing position, looking down at Lance.
“Kali's me niece, by blood, but she may as well be my own daughter. An' no kid of mine, no gran'kid of mine, will be without if I can help it. An' I can. By helpin' you.” He frowned a bit, then extended a hand to Lance, after a quiet moment of thought.
“I 'spose this makes you next to family, now.” He muttered, unsure of what he thought about it. Lance, as his son in law? Sort of? He had to hold back a grimace; he supposed he would see how it went over.
“I'll help ye how I can. Jus...don't ******** this up. A child is a gift. An' ye better appreciate it.”
Pay for his schooling. There had been something that Lance most certainly not been expecting for Viktor to offer. Now limb removal? That was DEFINITELY something that the boy had been expecting. He was soon reminded of another factor that came into play as the tank of a man spoke, however – he may have not liked Lance, but Kali was still his niece, and Viktor seemed to be willing to do all-but anything when it came to family.
“I...thank you.” It was strange how Viktor, someone who probably didn't like Lance in the least, was willing to do something like pay for his schooling and help him find a job, when his own father couldn't have been bothered with any of those things. True, Viktor was doing it for Kali and the baby, but still – it was more than he could have expected from even his own family.
“I promise that I won't. I'll...take any work that you give me.” Boring office work or not, a job was a job, and he'd take anything that he could get at this point. Anything to help him, Kali, and the soon-to-be baby get by.
Lance stood as Viktor offered him the hand, taking hold of it and shaking firmly. The man's final comment caused his stomach to twist with anxiety, but he nodded again – he knew that he couldn't be the perfect father, but he intended to be a good one at the very least. It was all he COULD do, really. “I will. Appreciate it, I mean.” He wouldn't let himself ******** this up. He'd never forgive himself if he did.
Viktor looked at Lance and actually smiled at his answer, actually liking the boy for about half a second.
Then he punched him, watching him stumble back as he did.
“That was fer touchin' me niece.” Viktor growled, pointing one large, scarred, and calloused finger at Lance. “An' fer knockin' 'er up when ya weren't tae be touchin 'er in the firs' place!”
Respecting the boy or not, there was no way in hell he wouldn't punish him, even a little, for touching Kali. Of course, he didn't punch him as hard as he could have. The boy wouldn't be awake had he done that. Now he'd probably just have a nice bruise on his cheek. It wasn't even on his eye, or his nose!
Viktor all but deserved a cookie for his restraint. It wasn't something he exercised often.
He walked past Lance and clapped him on the shoulder, heading for the kitchen, and a strong beer.
“The girl should be home soon. Said somethin' about talkin' to 'er teacher. Ye can wait here.”
Viktor had caught him off-guard. Lance had been trying SO hard to avoid having that happen, and yet it STILL had. You'd think that a large man would have a hard time being sneaky, but no. No, Viktor was actually quite good at it. It took Lance a few moments to regain his senses – he had stars dancing in front of his eyes for a bit – but he managed to nod a bit when he finally did. “R...R-Right...” That was definitely going to BRUISE.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 9:17 am
Still no banner!!
Kalinka wasn't entirely sure if she feared telling Zak more than telling her uncle. For one, her uncle wouldn't harm her if he got angry, and if she made big enough doe eyes and stood in front of him, he wouldn't harm Lance either. At least, she hoped he wouldn't. This was why she had decided to put off telling Viktor until the last possible second.
She had no idea that Lance was already at her house, telling her uncle himself. Had she known, she would not have been making her way through the large iron gates that blocked off Zak's mansion from the rest of Durem, and down the cobblestone path that lead to his large front double doors.
The gargoyle hand knockers had never looked more intimidating. Before now they had seemed merely unnecessary, a flair to frighten the weak minded away from the house.
Of course, it wasn't the brass knockers that frightened her - it was what lay beyond them.
As quietly as she could, so as to not disturb whatever it was he was doing, Kali let herself into the large mansion, her choker flaring with light as she passed through the perimeter barrier. The House recognized her, of course, and so did not try to eat her. Or, you know. Worse.
She shivered a bit as she looked around, hugging her elbows to her. Zak was nowhere to be seen, and she couldn't hear him anywhere either. Was he, possibly, still asleep?
"I'm in here." Came his voice, as if he had read her mind. She honestly wouldn't be surprised if he had. Turning, she headed in the direction of the noise - the sitting room.
The blonde mage was stretched out in his favourite arm chair, feet propped up on a footstool in front of the fire. His tome lay open on his lap, and he seemed to be copying notes into it. Glasses that he didn't often wear perched on his nose, and he looked up at her over their rims.
"Sit. There's a free chair." He directed, pointing with his fountain pen to the other armchair. She walked over and curled up into it, watching him almost apprehensively. How would he react? With anger? Oh, most likely. She didn't often heed it, but Zak had a terrible temper when it came to not getting his way.
"If you've got something to say, say it." His words shocked her, so much so that she nearly fell backward out of the chair. A flush rose on her cheeks as he looked at her face pointedly; then her stomach, and her face again. "Or do I have to tell you myself?"
"I-"
"An incredibly stupid blunder on your part." He began. She was confused. Did he already know?? "I told you, that boy was no good. Nothing but a distraction. And now he's gone and ruined everything. You can't use magic in your condition. Not our brand of magic."
"Wait, Zak, what are you talking about?" She frowned, clearly at a loss. "Are you telling me that you already- "
"Know? Why, yes, I am." He flicked a page in his book. "You're pregnant. You have been for a while."
The fact that he had known before she did both dumbfounded and irritated her.
"You knew, and you didn't tell me!?"
"I knew the instant you walked into the house carrying another life. It picks up on those things, you know. It keeps letting you in, because you override the little spawn, but it does notify me." He turned his head back to his notes, and scrawled something across the page.
"You...Zak! You could have saved me a lot of hassle had you just TOLD me-"
"Ah, but you wouldn't have learned anything then, now would you? Besides. I tried to save you a hell of a lot of hassle, but your body's smarter than I am. It seems your baby has created a barrier of sorts around itself. Stops you from sucking it's life force instead of your own. A common symptom, it seems, in pregnant mages. I should have checked. You can break it down after repeated attempts, but I assume by your angry face that you don't want to get rid of it?" He looked up, and raised an eyebrow at her.
"You...tried to...WHAT?!!"
"Oh, be calm, you didn't even know it existed. And it didn't even work."
"Zak!!"
"Want some tea?"
He seemed rather calm about having tried to get her to use enough magic to kill her baby. She seethed, face turning red, trying to think of something she could do to him. Right now, however - it was nothing. He was right about using the baby's life force. She couldn't do it. And she couldn't do anything large without potentially harming her child. She was sure, as he or she grew to term, she would be able to differentiate between whatever energy they had, and her own.
For now, however, it was too dangerous.
"No, I don't want some tea, I want you to stop being a horrible person!!"
"Better women than you have tried." He sighed, leaning back in the chair. "And they tried a hell of a lot harder than you, too. Is that all you came here for?"
"W-well...yes, sort of-"
"Then go." Zak said abruptly, frowning. "You've no need to be here. You've no need to be here for another nine months." His frown turned to a scowl, and he turned away from her.
"You don't even have to come back after that."
It was said with a resounding finality, and with a ring of magic. Before she could ask what he meant, she felt herself being pulled away, and squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them a moment later, she was standing outside of Zak's gates, and no matter how hard she tried, they would not open for her.
She had just been dismissed, it seemed.
And, strangely enough...it hurt.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 12:09 am
I gave up on Banners. :I
Reserved - Something 'dorable owo
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