I NEED A SAVING GRACE
11-06-2013, 08:40 AM
It was strange how he had grown vaguely fond of her, feeling much more warmly toward her than he ever expected. She had forcefully claimed him, after all, and he knew he ought to feel trapped and itching to leave and claim his freedom. And yet the part of him that was perpetually waiting for someone, anyone, to come to his rescue was stronger than his need for freedom. He could only hope that even if Cataleya did not smother her children in love and affection -- and he would admit, he didn't anticipate her being a warm mother -- that she would come to them in times of need, unlike his own mother. He was not surprised as Cataleya writhed and snarled at his touch, but she did not command him to leave or threaten him with violence. She needed his company, even if she would never admit it, and he couldn't help but smirk faintly to himself at the thought. He would shift slightly away from her as the moment arrived, giving her the space and room she needed to push the children from her womb. His amethyst gaze wandered as two children were born, both wriggling to slide closer to her warmth and feed. It was surprising when another child came, jolting her from near unconsciousness -- a child much larger than the others. Instinctively he crept forth again, letting his tongue glide over the side of her neck. Even if she pretended she did not like the feeling, it would comfort her and ease the pain that he was certain was rippling through her body. He was so engrossed in the event he hardly noticed Taurig's scent impinging on his nostrils, but when he did his hackles would raise and his lips would curl to expose his fangs. Basilisk was grateful he did not enter the den, and chose to remain here instead of confronting the man. Cataleya would let him in if she so desired. |
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