misery loves company [othello]

This time SHe would be soothed with a gentle grooming, Othello's gentle tongue would reassure her just as her words did. She'd call her a little fawn, and she'd find she would like the pet name. More gentle reassuring would bring her features back up, eyes red from the tears she'd just shed. As Othello went on she found the decision less and less acceptable, not to mention Soliloquy's refusal of the option. She was going to have to take responsibility if she wished it or not. These little tiny pups had no one else to look to.

Isolde would listen her ears to her skull as her eyes lingered on pale ivory features. Othello would vow that she would keep her safe and that she would be here for her through out this long pregnancy. Isolde would believe, being there in such a close and intimate way she had to believe in Othello's words. She'd find her own tongue tenderly placing kisses on Othello's pale fur, little nuzzles given as she felt a relief flood through her at the words. Whining softly she'd thank the woman, "Thank you Othello," She'd whisper as she curled tighter against her. She would need Othello to get through this pregnancy alive, and even more so to get the pups through alive. Isolde would cling tightly to her embrace, still sure that she might leave any moment.