HOLDING ON TO YOU

                        inexplicable pain radiates throughout the deity’s abdomen as convulsions incessantly wrack her rugged physique, an obvious suggestion to the inevitable emergence of the minuscule tyrants that lurk within her vile womb. and despite the crippling sensation traversing through her interior as her contractions’ frequency increases, the phantom is eerily and externally unperturbed, appearing almost placid if not for the perpetual snarl engraved into the porcelain folds of her visage. yet the deity’s gait is a haggard lope as she pursues the security and comfort of she and her carmine beauty’s sleeping chambers, a lamenting summons for the babe writhing past clenched jaws as she breaches their cavern’s threshold. for while the elysius tyrant is typically an independent creature { and prefers it this way }, she is smothered by her own uncertainty -- by momentary and uncharacteristic fear that she presumes the former empress can quell with her presence.

the tyrant’s breathing rate accelerates as she settles within her shared { though currently vacant } quarters, allowing herself to roll upon her side in an attempt to obtain a mild sense of contentment whilst agony persists. diligent pupils locate the entrance of her haven in anticipation of fiamette’s arrival, tacitly urging the scarlet babe into her proximities.