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 Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 8:47 am
With a light snort, Faroth shook his head. "Have I? I haven't even seen him since I left the infirmary. What kind of father does that make me?" There was that bitterness slipping through again. How much of this was simply his current frustration making itself known? He didn't really think himself a bad father, at least...Ranuin and Ayala had turned out well...right? Maybe he could only raise Faun. There was still so much they didn't know about the boy, at least...in where he came from, or what he was. Who he was...wasn't that what was important? And they'd been his adopted parents for all of his life. If they didn't know him, who did?
Attempting to push the feelings of doubt aside for now, he took another deep breath to force some of the tension from his muscles. "Alright, so the timing is...definitely not great. However...I wonder if it was under different circumstances, if we wouldn't find different reasons to say why it was a bad time? Can you ever REALLY be ready for this sort of thing? It's going to be a major change for us both...and for Wellspring."
Laying his hand over hers, he leaned back into her embrace slightly. "I'm not saying it will be easy...but I think we can do this. It might be challenging at times, but if we can support each other...?" He trailed off pointedly. He...hadn't had much of a hand in things last time. He'd not really been in a proper relationship with Chika either. They'd been friends, yes, but that had been about it. This time was different. This time, a woman he loved and had developed a strong bond with...someone with whom he'd experienced trials and life-threatening situations...was carrying his children. He didn't really want her to do so alone, despite what he may have said in anger earlier.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 1:57 pm
"Do not take that to heart. He speaks to nobody recently; not you, not I, not even friends. It takes all my effort to simply force him to eat sometimes." Shaking her head, she tried to return to the real subject at hand. Wellspring and his current circumstances was another subject that they could easily go off on and discuss for long, but that would leave her purpose here unresolved.
Her eyes cast downwards and the princess grew silent as she took his words to heart. Was he right; would there have really ever been a time when they might have found it appropriate to accidentally conceive a child? If it were planned, certainly, there is little doubt in her mind that a time would have come after much talking and discussion.
But unplanned...? It was unlikely.
Celestia's hand twitched as she felt his fingers against her skin. Even now, it surprised her how such a rough surface could feel as soft as flowers' petals to her. So gentle and cool to the touch, and it always brought a smile to her face. Her ears folded down and she nodded silently, simply remaining against him for a few moments.
It had been an uneasy start. Not simply this particular situation, but all of it, all of them. There were so many mistakes that they each made, so many times where it felt that they understood so little... Yet each misunderstanding and each conflict provided them the opportunity to grow ever so slightly closer. "I think that I would like that very much..." Her voice was soft, her eyes closed. "Likely this is the first of many irrational moments to come, no matter our intentions. But if you would have me... I should like to experience them with you nonetheless."
She pulled back and moved to his side to offer a soft kiss to his cheek. "You are my special somepony after all, and we are family."
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 12:32 pm
The news about Wellspring didn't make him feel any better to know it wasn't just him that the boy was shutting out. It made his chest ache to hear that his son was faring so badly...and that he'd had no idea. It only added to the frustrations he had with his own situation; he felt so disconnected and useless cooped up in his room, unable to help anyone.
So many things broken and in need of repair or healing.
Laisidhiel.
Individuals.
Relationships.
With a sigh, Faroth released some of the tension from his frame as Celestia began speaking again quietly, leaning back just slightly against her. As she moved around to his side, he lifted his arm to hold her against his hip as he leaned into the kiss. "With Laisidhiel's blessing, hopefully we can keep some of those irrational moments at bay; or at least keep our tempers in check when they do happen."
He understood enough to know that pregnant women could be prone to extra emotional and sometimes seemingly irrational behavior due to the changes in their bodies. However, it seemed something else had had a part in this exchange. He'd never given into his own temper before as he had just shortly before. He was ashamed of his behavior in retrospect, and yet...at the time, it had seemed perfectly justified and logical.
Perhaps it could all be explained away given what had happened to the Tree, the disaster that surrounded them, eating away at their souls as the Tree cried out. Perhaps not.
All Faroth knew was that the woman at his side was carrying his child. And come what may, they were going to see this through together.
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