Post by CLOUDian on Sept 22, 2011 21:28:09 GMT -5
It was the strangest thing in the world.
Her eyes gazed down, as if uncertain, at the bundle in her arms. The baby was small and so fragile, its skin red like a lobster. She almost laughed at the thought, but she was too caught in the beauty to even bring up the effort. When people say that birth was a beautiful sight to behold, she just couldn’t see it. At least, not through the sweat and the pain; not to mention all the swears and threats towards her poor, unfortunate husband. But with all of that in the past now, she had to admit, birth was a marvelous thing.
Never before would she even think that she could bring a child into the world. And yet, here she was, nine months after the big news, with a newborn boy in her arms. A look never before seen on the Cloudian’s face slipped into place, softening the hardened mask she wore. A smile filled with warmth and adoration curved at her lips as she lifted a hand, pushing back the onyx curls at the crown of the infant’s head.
She has never seen anything so beautiful in her life.
When the door creaked open, her cerulean hues lifted warily, brows pinched together. When a brunette head peeked in, her smooth skin relaxed and she leaned back, stroking the crown once more, “He’s so small,” she whispered, sounding tired and close to exhaustion. Her eyes dropped to her treasure once more, holding him closer to her being, feeling the warmth and the steady beating of his heart.
Ayane swallowed, almost nervously, as she stepped around the door awkwardly before closing the door behind her. Nodding her head, resolution shined in her golden hues as she shuffled forward, lips parting to speak, “How are yo – HIIIIIEEE!” her signature squawk filled the room as she tripped over her own two feet, landing flat on her face. With a stifled whimper, the poor little thing pushed herself onto her knees, rubbing at her nose. Mumbling, she started to stand when the loud wail of a child filled the room and she gazed guiltily up at her Guardian.
Emi jumped when her Boss fell, eyes rolling to make some kind of remark when Avelino – the name both she and Ryota had decided on – started to fuss in her arms and started crying. Her entire body went stiff as she awkwardly cradled the child in her arms, making soft, comforting sounds to calm and sooth her son. The picture was absolutely ridiculous, the Raccoon having no experience with children and she just seemed completely lost. As she continued to rock the baby back and forward, she looked up at Ayane, begging silently for help with her eyes.
Emi could bring down a whole horde of enemies, and yet a child was just beyond her capabilities.
The door swung open and the Eleventh Storm half ran into the room, viridian orbs scanning about, “What happened?” he asked, panicked for a moment. His eyes fell on Ayane on the floor before lifting to his wife with a fussing baby. Conflict swarmed his hues for a moment – the need to protect his Boss and the fatherly instinct battling one another – before he hastily ran around the brunette, rushing to Emi’s side.
“You’re completely useless,” he sighed, shaking his head as he took the bundle wrapping in blue from the other’s arms, cradling him to his chest. A soft smile touched the Storm’s lips as he kissed the crown, side stepping in a small little dance around the room. Within minutes, Avelino had stopped crying and had nestled up against him, a tiny fist clinging to the white shirt Ryota was wearing.
The purple-streaked ravenette watched as her husband instantly took control and her eyes dropped to her lap, hands fisting. She had to become a better mother, for the sake of their family. What was she thinking? She was a fighter, a killer. There was no way that she could pull this off! She did not realize she was trembling when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder, followed by small arms wrapping around her from her other side.
“Stop that, it’s unlike you,” Ryota murmured softly, pressing his face into her hair. He took in her sweet scent, even covered in sweat. It was as if she was in battle and she brought home the greatest reward he could ever ask for.”What happened to that persistent woman I married?” he grinned as he pulled away slightly. Ayane nodded, smiling as she only hugged her Guardian tighter, “You’re strong, Emi-chan. You can do it! I believe in you,” the Eleventh smiled at her. Her golden hues met azure as she did her best to comfort her dearest friend, who felt the most vulnerable for the first time in her life.
A shuddered breath escaped the ravenette as her long lashes fluttered closed. She decided to give in to these open arms of comfort. She had to remember that she was no longer alone. Maybe now was the best time to really put the past in the past; it was time to forgive. Taking in a deep breath, she returned the hug to her Boss before looking up at her lover, smiling with a smile she has only given to him, “Thank you,” she whispered, pulling him down gently to kiss him softly on the lips.
Ryota, like always, found himself staring dumb-founded at that beautiful smile she wore. He committed the gesture to memory, relishing the sight – After all, her smile was a rare treasure on its own. Returning the kiss, gentle and loving, he was vaguely aware of the retreating foot-steps, followed by the soft click of the door. Almost reluctantly, Ryota pulled away, free hand threading through the damp hair of the Cloud, “Sleep, babe,” he urged, kissing her brow before walking over to the chair, sitting down the with the baby in his arms.
He watched as Emi started to fall asleep, the events of the previous night finally catching up to her. As soon as she was out, the red-heard looked down at his son, kissing his head softly with a loving smile before he settled down, gazing out the manor’s window. Not long later, Ryota soon followed his son and wife in the world beyond sleep.
Her eyes gazed down, as if uncertain, at the bundle in her arms. The baby was small and so fragile, its skin red like a lobster. She almost laughed at the thought, but she was too caught in the beauty to even bring up the effort. When people say that birth was a beautiful sight to behold, she just couldn’t see it. At least, not through the sweat and the pain; not to mention all the swears and threats towards her poor, unfortunate husband. But with all of that in the past now, she had to admit, birth was a marvelous thing.
Never before would she even think that she could bring a child into the world. And yet, here she was, nine months after the big news, with a newborn boy in her arms. A look never before seen on the Cloudian’s face slipped into place, softening the hardened mask she wore. A smile filled with warmth and adoration curved at her lips as she lifted a hand, pushing back the onyx curls at the crown of the infant’s head.
She has never seen anything so beautiful in her life.
When the door creaked open, her cerulean hues lifted warily, brows pinched together. When a brunette head peeked in, her smooth skin relaxed and she leaned back, stroking the crown once more, “He’s so small,” she whispered, sounding tired and close to exhaustion. Her eyes dropped to her treasure once more, holding him closer to her being, feeling the warmth and the steady beating of his heart.
Ayane swallowed, almost nervously, as she stepped around the door awkwardly before closing the door behind her. Nodding her head, resolution shined in her golden hues as she shuffled forward, lips parting to speak, “How are yo – HIIIIIEEE!” her signature squawk filled the room as she tripped over her own two feet, landing flat on her face. With a stifled whimper, the poor little thing pushed herself onto her knees, rubbing at her nose. Mumbling, she started to stand when the loud wail of a child filled the room and she gazed guiltily up at her Guardian.
Emi jumped when her Boss fell, eyes rolling to make some kind of remark when Avelino – the name both she and Ryota had decided on – started to fuss in her arms and started crying. Her entire body went stiff as she awkwardly cradled the child in her arms, making soft, comforting sounds to calm and sooth her son. The picture was absolutely ridiculous, the Raccoon having no experience with children and she just seemed completely lost. As she continued to rock the baby back and forward, she looked up at Ayane, begging silently for help with her eyes.
Emi could bring down a whole horde of enemies, and yet a child was just beyond her capabilities.
The door swung open and the Eleventh Storm half ran into the room, viridian orbs scanning about, “What happened?” he asked, panicked for a moment. His eyes fell on Ayane on the floor before lifting to his wife with a fussing baby. Conflict swarmed his hues for a moment – the need to protect his Boss and the fatherly instinct battling one another – before he hastily ran around the brunette, rushing to Emi’s side.
“You’re completely useless,” he sighed, shaking his head as he took the bundle wrapping in blue from the other’s arms, cradling him to his chest. A soft smile touched the Storm’s lips as he kissed the crown, side stepping in a small little dance around the room. Within minutes, Avelino had stopped crying and had nestled up against him, a tiny fist clinging to the white shirt Ryota was wearing.
The purple-streaked ravenette watched as her husband instantly took control and her eyes dropped to her lap, hands fisting. She had to become a better mother, for the sake of their family. What was she thinking? She was a fighter, a killer. There was no way that she could pull this off! She did not realize she was trembling when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder, followed by small arms wrapping around her from her other side.
“Stop that, it’s unlike you,” Ryota murmured softly, pressing his face into her hair. He took in her sweet scent, even covered in sweat. It was as if she was in battle and she brought home the greatest reward he could ever ask for.”What happened to that persistent woman I married?” he grinned as he pulled away slightly. Ayane nodded, smiling as she only hugged her Guardian tighter, “You’re strong, Emi-chan. You can do it! I believe in you,” the Eleventh smiled at her. Her golden hues met azure as she did her best to comfort her dearest friend, who felt the most vulnerable for the first time in her life.
A shuddered breath escaped the ravenette as her long lashes fluttered closed. She decided to give in to these open arms of comfort. She had to remember that she was no longer alone. Maybe now was the best time to really put the past in the past; it was time to forgive. Taking in a deep breath, she returned the hug to her Boss before looking up at her lover, smiling with a smile she has only given to him, “Thank you,” she whispered, pulling him down gently to kiss him softly on the lips.
Ryota, like always, found himself staring dumb-founded at that beautiful smile she wore. He committed the gesture to memory, relishing the sight – After all, her smile was a rare treasure on its own. Returning the kiss, gentle and loving, he was vaguely aware of the retreating foot-steps, followed by the soft click of the door. Almost reluctantly, Ryota pulled away, free hand threading through the damp hair of the Cloud, “Sleep, babe,” he urged, kissing her brow before walking over to the chair, sitting down the with the baby in his arms.
He watched as Emi started to fall asleep, the events of the previous night finally catching up to her. As soon as she was out, the red-heard looked down at his son, kissing his head softly with a loving smile before he settled down, gazing out the manor’s window. Not long later, Ryota soon followed his son and wife in the world beyond sleep.