Jun 03, 2008 23:56
Puck has been in an unaccountable amount of pain all day.
Unaccountable, that is, even in the context of extreme fae pregnancy, a condition which has been putting greater strain on his back, joints, mental and magical faculties, not to mention social and sex life with each passing day.
This pain, however, is anomalous, in that it is sharp and stabbing and concentrated in his lower abdominal area. Perhaps his offspring have become sentient enough by now to make a bid for freedom.
At any rate, Puck is trundling in wincing pain down the upstairs hallway, trying to pretend he isn't wearing elastic-banded jeans and a tentlike shirt that looks as if it might be made of burlap.
Exactly why Bar has seen fit to give him maternity wear from the mid-thirteenth century, he doesn't know. But it's just one more thing about pregnancy he hates.