THERE IS MORE OF THIS. WHY IS THERE MORE?
More Gwendal/Wolfwood mpreg? Why yes! Of course!
Watch as I completely butcher Lupin's character. It's amazing what I can do when I set my mind to it.
It was perfectly reasonable that Lupin’s first thought was, “I’m gonna be a big brother!” Perfectly reasonable. It was quickly followed by, “We can do what here? You and Wolfwood were close, yeah, but!” and then a sharp reminder of the consequence of their actions, because kids would really cramp his style. But. The big brother thing. That he could handle, that could be really --.
“Is it a boy or a girl?” he asked suddenly, tilting his head to one side.
Gwendal stared at him blankly. “I do not know,” he said, knitting needles limp in his now-motionless hands.
“Yeah, too early, huh?” Lupin grinned and somehow managed to bounce on the balls of his feet while seated. “It’s just --.”
“Arsène --.”
“Exciting, right? Like, we’ve got Kal but that little guy - tentacle monster after my own heart with the panties and stuff - isn’t really, y’know, a baby.”
Gwendal started knitting again. Faster this time. “It is not something that I wish to focus all of my attentions on,” he said sternly. “There are other things to concern oneself with, especially in the surroundings within which we find ourselves.”
"You're making booties, aren't you?"
Gwendal was suspiciously silent.
"You are," Lupin pressed, the smile on his face blossoming like nobody's business. "You'll make one of those little backpack things next, won't you?" Gwendal continued to ignore him. "Y'know, those cuddlies things that you wear and it carries the kid so your arms are free and --." Lupin cut himself off with a low whistle.
Gwendal's needles clacked.
“Why ain’t I bothered by this?” Lupin asked, smile gone, bemused look on his face. “It’s not communicable, right? ‘Course it isn’t. But it’s like.” He took a deep breath and smoothed a hand over his hair.
“You are bothered?” Gwendal didn’t look up from his work. Lupin wondered, suddenly, how often Ari had to bring in new yarn for the guy.
Lupin wrinkled up his forehead and rested his elbows on his knees to hold his face in his hands. “Nah, not bothered. Anxious, I guess. You anxious?” Oh, yeah, but. Gwendal von Walde was never anxious, Lupin thought to himself. Never in public, anyway. Not that they were in public. But you know. It was one of those things. “Yeah, you probably aren’t.”
Gwendal cleared his throat. “I believe that it is not your place to judge such matters.”
“Yeah, I know it ain’t, but, like, see.” Lupin looked thoughtful, and bit the inside of his cheek. “You are anxious. Right? It wouldn’t be fair if everyone else was and you weren’t. And I figure you are, but you probably won’t say it.”
“You have spent a great deal of time thinking about this, Arsène?”
“Well, no, ‘course not, but. Do you think you’ll need a babysitter?”
Watch as I completely butcher Lupin's character. It's amazing what I can do when I set my mind to it.
It was perfectly reasonable that Lupin’s first thought was, “I’m gonna be a big brother!” Perfectly reasonable. It was quickly followed by, “We can do what here? You and Wolfwood were close, yeah, but!” and then a sharp reminder of the consequence of their actions, because kids would really cramp his style. But. The big brother thing. That he could handle, that could be really --.
“Is it a boy or a girl?” he asked suddenly, tilting his head to one side.
Gwendal stared at him blankly. “I do not know,” he said, knitting needles limp in his now-motionless hands.
“Yeah, too early, huh?” Lupin grinned and somehow managed to bounce on the balls of his feet while seated. “It’s just --.”
“Arsène --.”
“Exciting, right? Like, we’ve got Kal but that little guy - tentacle monster after my own heart with the panties and stuff - isn’t really, y’know, a baby.”
Gwendal started knitting again. Faster this time. “It is not something that I wish to focus all of my attentions on,” he said sternly. “There are other things to concern oneself with, especially in the surroundings within which we find ourselves.”
"You're making booties, aren't you?"
Gwendal was suspiciously silent.
"You are," Lupin pressed, the smile on his face blossoming like nobody's business. "You'll make one of those little backpack things next, won't you?" Gwendal continued to ignore him. "Y'know, those cuddlies things that you wear and it carries the kid so your arms are free and --." Lupin cut himself off with a low whistle.
Gwendal's needles clacked.
“Why ain’t I bothered by this?” Lupin asked, smile gone, bemused look on his face. “It’s not communicable, right? ‘Course it isn’t. But it’s like.” He took a deep breath and smoothed a hand over his hair.
“You are bothered?” Gwendal didn’t look up from his work. Lupin wondered, suddenly, how often Ari had to bring in new yarn for the guy.
Lupin wrinkled up his forehead and rested his elbows on his knees to hold his face in his hands. “Nah, not bothered. Anxious, I guess. You anxious?” Oh, yeah, but. Gwendal von Walde was never anxious, Lupin thought to himself. Never in public, anyway. Not that they were in public. But you know. It was one of those things. “Yeah, you probably aren’t.”
Gwendal cleared his throat. “I believe that it is not your place to judge such matters.”
“Yeah, I know it ain’t, but, like, see.” Lupin looked thoughtful, and bit the inside of his cheek. “You are anxious. Right? It wouldn’t be fair if everyone else was and you weren’t. And I figure you are, but you probably won’t say it.”
“You have spent a great deal of time thinking about this, Arsène?”
“Well, no, ‘course not, but. Do you think you’ll need a babysitter?”