And so they fell into an easy dance once more. Lost and aimlessly drifting, they both found each other. Swollen and huge she was to his steadfast calmness.
Again. Pregnant. Seems appropriate for another round of storytelling and questions. He wanted to berate her. It seemed like they never met under any other circumstances but he had only met her once. And she was pregnant. The common denominator was not pregnancy, but her. And if she found him once she found him again. Resigned to false sulking, he indulged her and found true pleasure in it.
She heard and smelled him from afar. It was the gentle, skeletal giant, her old friend. The continued where they left off without a single greeting. An easy rhythm developed of her questions, his stories and her evasive answers . He teased her about the blood only to see her squirm until the day was coming to a close and the lilacs blossomed. And she gave as good as he got. They weren't pink butt stripes. They were dignified markings! She was chuffed. He was bemused. Their insecurities rolled away as did her shoddy eyesight and his paranoid body image.
Fiend told her of stories of the stars and the fat moon until she fell asleep. Watching over her, he shifted into his other form and curled up beside her. And when dawn broke, he left her a crown of lilacs. One for each of your growing babes.
