morning sickness
12-19-2013, 08:55 PM
?I will help her,? low voice would flow like spun silk, revealing the ghouls previously hidden presence. Floating seamlessly, untouchably, coral stilts would guide him eagerly to the side of his rounded Queen, toes splaying as he would give Abelinda no time to react. Moving in towards her right side, pushing his weight against her in hope of her pushing her own back, encouraging her to lean her feminine bodice against his own. He presumed it had something to do with her pregnancy, and yet his knowledge on the matter was rather limited, pale toes reaching forth as he would begin to guide her towards the water. ?Is there anything we can do to help you otherwise, my adore? Have you eaten?? voice was low, gentle, not wanting to disrupt whatever mental peace she had managed to sustain, salmon tongue warily striving to flick loosely at the base of her right ear. |