trace your roots back to the ground

He couldn’t wait for the chance to feel them kick. He wanted to sing to them, and for them to know the voices of their parents before they were even born. Overcome, he leaned forward and pressed his muzzle gently to hers. kissing her gently. They were no longer 'roommates' that was clear. His wide eyed wonder came to a halt as she mentioned their size differences, and how she will appear. He sucked in a breath. That was the other side of pregnancy, wasn’t it? “Will it be dangerous for you? Our sizes?” He asked softly.

Her question on Sirius was a welcome distraction. He considered it carefully - would it be better for him to go alone, or for them to put on a united front? He thought the latter might do better. Besides, his father had a weak spot a mile long for children. “Together.” He agreed softly.


"Halo" & "Mortis"