Post by morgana on Apr 28, 2008 13:51:14 GMT -8
She knew it. She knew things wouldn't change. He was touching her hand. That felt good yes. That was what she wanted. That was one of the things she missed was that intemacy, but he was looking away from her when she asked him why. He looked away and then he was silent. He wasn't truthful. He didn't want to tell her. He was hiding things from her once again. It hurt her more than anything that he did that. He had now fooled her three times. There wasn't even a place for that in the old wives rhyme she had remembered earlier. And he was nervous now. That was strange but at least he knew that she knew that he was lying again.
But then something changed. He told her. Evie was pregnant. The woman in her place was doing what she had hoped she would do once they took over. The one thing she comforted herself with; the fact that she could do what Evie had not so far was now dashed away. It showed he loved her. He had to love her to sleep with her enough to concieve. He had slept with her. It was officially an obsession. She couldn't handle it. She could feel the cold poison of removal, and numbness running through her veins again. Merlin did she want to go away. She wanted to run out of the house and just remove her emotions all together. But she couldn't. She could pull her hand away. She did pull her hand away albiet reluctantly to some extent, but she couldn't leave.
Loosing her composure, Morgana quietly walked to the couch and sat down, refusing to look at him, knowing he had slept with her and knowing that he actually treated her as a wife despite the fact that there were spells to get around that. Now she was pregnant. There was no chance. He wouldn't get rid of her. Morgana knew he would suspect if anything happened and she couldn't hurt him by getting rid of the baby, but how was she supposed to raise something that would never be hers, that would never look like her, or act like her. She sighed and shook her head. He expected that of her but she couldn't expect him to get rid of a child. That had happened to him too many times already. She knew it would hurt him, she couldn't do that. She wouldn't do that, but what did that leave her with?
With a slight sigh Morgana shook her head. "And how would you want me to respond to her child? What would we tell her or him when they grow up and dont have the same looks as me, or don't inherit our special abilities because I know Evie isn't a metamorphamagus and we are. What if all that happens? What then?" She shook her head, the anger welling up a little more inside her. She let out a deep breath and looked up at him, clearly tired, clearly sad, clearly hurt and shook her head. "It was a ruse and you took it seriously. How then am I suppose to think you are going to get rid of her. Answer me that Trevor."
But then something changed. He told her. Evie was pregnant. The woman in her place was doing what she had hoped she would do once they took over. The one thing she comforted herself with; the fact that she could do what Evie had not so far was now dashed away. It showed he loved her. He had to love her to sleep with her enough to concieve. He had slept with her. It was officially an obsession. She couldn't handle it. She could feel the cold poison of removal, and numbness running through her veins again. Merlin did she want to go away. She wanted to run out of the house and just remove her emotions all together. But she couldn't. She could pull her hand away. She did pull her hand away albiet reluctantly to some extent, but she couldn't leave.
Loosing her composure, Morgana quietly walked to the couch and sat down, refusing to look at him, knowing he had slept with her and knowing that he actually treated her as a wife despite the fact that there were spells to get around that. Now she was pregnant. There was no chance. He wouldn't get rid of her. Morgana knew he would suspect if anything happened and she couldn't hurt him by getting rid of the baby, but how was she supposed to raise something that would never be hers, that would never look like her, or act like her. She sighed and shook her head. He expected that of her but she couldn't expect him to get rid of a child. That had happened to him too many times already. She knew it would hurt him, she couldn't do that. She wouldn't do that, but what did that leave her with?
With a slight sigh Morgana shook her head. "And how would you want me to respond to her child? What would we tell her or him when they grow up and dont have the same looks as me, or don't inherit our special abilities because I know Evie isn't a metamorphamagus and we are. What if all that happens? What then?" She shook her head, the anger welling up a little more inside her. She let out a deep breath and looked up at him, clearly tired, clearly sad, clearly hurt and shook her head. "It was a ruse and you took it seriously. How then am I suppose to think you are going to get rid of her. Answer me that Trevor."