Post by gemma on Apr 19, 2012 19:38:03 GMT -8
Wednesday, December 14th, 2:00pm
The City never ceased to amaze Gemma... not truly. The soft blue of the light from the mushrooms gave everything a dream-like quality that was both beautiful and mysterious, the variety of buildings seemed both like blocks of stone and exotic plants of the underground variety, and the people... the people comprised such a mixture. Humans -- refugees, former slaves, and malcontents among them -- werewolves, Nosferatu, goblins... everyone was here. And so was she: the seventeen-year-old, pureblood, part-Veela who was newly married and expecting twins.
Twins whose presence she could note now, no less.
She ran her hand over the small curvature of her stomach as she had done nearly constantly since the day before, when she'd realized that it was there. It meant that the children she and her beloved husband had joined to make were growing, healthy. The first bit was obvious, but she now had a renewed Healer's opinion on the latter part. It had been suggested to her that she go to the Healer's office more often, to make sure that she and the babies were healthy and happy together.
"You're doing wonderfully, dear... just make sure not to forget to eat; that's a habit that needs to break. And you might consider gaining some muscle... bearing children is difficult enough, let alone when the time comes for them to be born. Other than that, keep up what you're doing already!"
The Healer's words echoed in Gemma's mind, causing her to bite her lip in nervous thought. She'd had the habit of skipping meals when she was working on a project for several years, now... it would be a difficult one to break.
It doesn't help that Orion does the same thing, sometimes... and that he's not always around to remind me...
A soft sigh escaped the dyed-brunette; she loved her husband dearly and always, but she did wish often that... well... that he was there, with her, rather than somewhere else, as he so often was. He was working, she knew -- working for her and for their children -- but... did he really have to work all morning in London and then all evening somewhere in the City, she didn't even know where?
And then he comes home... and goes and reads, or makes a potion, or... or something. And then he skips meals, and... and I only see him when he crawls in bed beside me. And falls asleep.
She bit her lip again, not really enjoying this train of thought. It was depressing and painful, and so, SO much easier to try and ignore than flesh out fully. She pushed it away as best as she could, not wanting to ruin her day.
Perhaps... perhaps he'll get home today, and I can convince him to stay... We could make dinner, and talk, and-
She didn't get the finish that thought, however -- though it was decidedly more pleasant, and she might have liked to -- because she'd rounded a corner just in time to see...
The City never ceased to amaze Gemma... not truly. The soft blue of the light from the mushrooms gave everything a dream-like quality that was both beautiful and mysterious, the variety of buildings seemed both like blocks of stone and exotic plants of the underground variety, and the people... the people comprised such a mixture. Humans -- refugees, former slaves, and malcontents among them -- werewolves, Nosferatu, goblins... everyone was here. And so was she: the seventeen-year-old, pureblood, part-Veela who was newly married and expecting twins.
Twins whose presence she could note now, no less.
She ran her hand over the small curvature of her stomach as she had done nearly constantly since the day before, when she'd realized that it was there. It meant that the children she and her beloved husband had joined to make were growing, healthy. The first bit was obvious, but she now had a renewed Healer's opinion on the latter part. It had been suggested to her that she go to the Healer's office more often, to make sure that she and the babies were healthy and happy together.
"You're doing wonderfully, dear... just make sure not to forget to eat; that's a habit that needs to break. And you might consider gaining some muscle... bearing children is difficult enough, let alone when the time comes for them to be born. Other than that, keep up what you're doing already!"
The Healer's words echoed in Gemma's mind, causing her to bite her lip in nervous thought. She'd had the habit of skipping meals when she was working on a project for several years, now... it would be a difficult one to break.
It doesn't help that Orion does the same thing, sometimes... and that he's not always around to remind me...
A soft sigh escaped the dyed-brunette; she loved her husband dearly and always, but she did wish often that... well... that he was there, with her, rather than somewhere else, as he so often was. He was working, she knew -- working for her and for their children -- but... did he really have to work all morning in London and then all evening somewhere in the City, she didn't even know where?
And then he comes home... and goes and reads, or makes a potion, or... or something. And then he skips meals, and... and I only see him when he crawls in bed beside me. And falls asleep.
She bit her lip again, not really enjoying this train of thought. It was depressing and painful, and so, SO much easier to try and ignore than flesh out fully. She pushed it away as best as she could, not wanting to ruin her day.
Perhaps... perhaps he'll get home today, and I can convince him to stay... We could make dinner, and talk, and-
She didn't get the finish that thought, however -- though it was decidedly more pleasant, and she might have liked to -- because she'd rounded a corner just in time to see...