Sweet Love Of Mine

N/A · 06-02-2013, 03:11 PM

Desdemona's countenance was usually stoic, difficult to read and rather expressionless, even at the best of times. Demonio was the only one who received a the softness in her voice, the gentleness in her tones, everyone else with met with stoic indifference, and usually, only when Demonio glided into her vision did light enter her face and that cold indifference seem to fall away, she cared about her people and she cared about Tortuga, but the woman loved Demonio. Today, however, a smile curled her moth, albeit small, but cracking her mask of stone. Joy danced in the dual colored gems and her tail battered back and forth. She was exuberant and a small inkling of that happiness shined through her visage, she didn't bother to hide it, wasn't sure she could even if she wished it.

Excitement and eagerness swept through her, shifting restlessly with a lack of patience she had not felt since her days as a pup. Demonio could not be so far away, her lover had bade her a good morning and she had departed for the healer scarcely an hour ago, unless the gent had the intention of leaving Tortuga, he had to be close still... right? A huff would force itself through her nose as she squirmed...squirmed like some new born pup! What would his reaction be? Would he be excited, exuberant? Would he be fearful? Did her lover want pups so soon into their marriage? Unreasonable fear crippled her and she dreaded this altercation nearly as much as she was eager. She needed him to be happy, to be excited, she could not bear his disappointment.

His familiar bodice would burst through the trees, his gallop slowing to a halt, breakfast was trapped between his jaws but her stomach was churning far too much to think of such things right now. She couldn't stop the smile on her maw from growing as he approached her, powerful legs drawing him to a halt, he dropped the hare and tended her side, speaking swiftly and softly and without a word, she would tuck her head behind his ear, pulling him into a hug, holding onto him tightly. "No... no beloved I am fine, still your worries." Her voice ever whimsical, ever soft, and brimming with love brushed lovingly against his fur. "I went to see a healer this morning to make sure nothing was wrong, I didn't wish for you to worry anymore for me than you already were." She drew her cranium back, so she could gaze into his eyes and softly, gently, she rested her skull against his own, her nose brushing his own.

"I have a clean bill of health Demonio, I am fine save for one thing..." She would pause here, eyes filling with love, excitement, adoration and absolute bliss. "Demonio, I'm pregnant."

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