Pestilence had been in a dream very close to Uriel's except in his dream the little shirt was yellow. He was enjoying in immensely, the pleasure of being with the ones he loved most in the world was enough to even settle the heart and mind of an apocalyptic personification.
Then dream-Uriel started to shake him mercilessly. He didn't like this turn of events at all. Unsettled, he tried to pet her to calm her, but dream-Uriel would have none of it.
It was after a few moments of shaking that Pestileance realized that real-Uriel was the one doing the actual shaking. With bleary eyes he looked up at his love. "Uriel, honey, can't it wait until morning?"
Slowly, though, the worlds she'd spoken settled into his mind and his eyes dilated. "What?!"
"No, it can't wait," Uriel hissed, clutching Pestilence's arm tightly. Another contraction hit her, making her gasp. "Our child has decided to finally join us, and it's not about to let me have a good night's sleep first."
To be honest, she was afraid. Not only of the childbirth itself; in the back of her mind haunted also Ellie's tale. Her meeting with the succubus seemed centuries past although it had only been months, yet the story itself was clear in her mind. The tale where a child was born and then taken away, where the father was killed and the mother left alone.
Tears of pain and fear leaked from the corners of her eyes. "Do something," she pleaded. "You have to do something."
Pestilence shook the sleep from his brain and sat up in bed. His face was covered in the look that every man's face has when his pregnant wife is screaming at him. Its like 'dear-in-a-headlight' mixed with 'please don't hurt me, honey,' and 'oh Lord what have I don't to my poor love?" all rolled into one expression
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What do you think, can we godmod Raph as she's not around?bipolar_urielJune 19 2006, 06:48:41 UTC
Uriel found herself pulled into Pestilence's arms. This, while comforting, didn't help the fact that she was in pain. Another contraction hit, and never in her existence had she been so close to actually swearing.
She watched Pestilence getting himself in a pair of pants, then allowed him to wrap a robe around her. However, the mere thought of going to the infirmary made her shudder. How on Earth could she walk when she was in so much pain?
Fortunately, though, Pestilence picked her up. She didn't even think about protesting, instead wrapping her arms around the horseman's neck, gritting her teeth at another contraction. It hurt.
She had no conscious recollection of how Pestilence had managed to get her out of the room and halfway down the corridor. She did remember, however, as she suddenly felt something wet trickling between her legs.
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Then dream-Uriel started to shake him mercilessly. He didn't like this turn of events at all. Unsettled, he tried to pet her to calm her, but dream-Uriel would have none of it.
It was after a few moments of shaking that Pestileance realized that real-Uriel was the one doing the actual shaking. With bleary eyes he looked up at his love. "Uriel, honey, can't it wait until morning?"
Slowly, though, the worlds she'd spoken settled into his mind and his eyes dilated. "What?!"
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To be honest, she was afraid. Not only of the childbirth itself; in the back of her mind haunted also Ellie's tale. Her meeting with the succubus seemed centuries past although it had only been months, yet the story itself was clear in her mind. The tale where a child was born and then taken away, where the father was killed and the mother left alone.
Tears of pain and fear leaked from the corners of her eyes. "Do something," she pleaded. "You have to do something."
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She watched Pestilence getting himself in a pair of pants, then allowed him to wrap a robe around her. However, the mere thought of going to the infirmary made her shudder. How on Earth could she walk when she was in so much pain?
Fortunately, though, Pestilence picked her up. She didn't even think about protesting, instead wrapping her arms around the horseman's neck, gritting her teeth at another contraction. It hurt.
She had no conscious recollection of how Pestilence had managed to get her out of the room and halfway down the corridor. She did remember, however, as she suddenly felt something wet trickling between her legs.
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