Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Mar 26, 2012 12:20:43 GMT -5
"Tohr, come on hellren!" Wellsie laughed, that laugh like a summer breeze as he cocked a brow at the infernal contraption.
Darius clapped him on the back. "That my friend, is all you."
He looked back at the stroller and found it to be cumbersome and heavy, "Leelan, why do we need something such as this? Our young will be in either your arms or mine. There is no need."
Wellsie turned, laughing softly and walked back up, laying a hand on his chest. "Yes hellren, but in this, the young will still be close, and allow me to be in your arms."
How could you fight that kind of logic?
He smiled and whispered against her own smiling lips, "I am such a sucker yes?" She kissed him and nodded then went back to shop.
They were in a human store called, "Babies-R-Us" and he had not seen a single human baby for sale, which was the horrible thought he had early. Wellsie found that amusing and had cleared that up on the drive over.
But there were babies, and he did admit, they were engaging and he couldn't help but wonder which of them their young would look like. He wanted the child to have her eyes, and her hair, and she playfully chastised him saying no one wished to be a redhead and she hoped it had his ink black hair and navy blue eyes.
All he truly cared about was that it would be healthy and she would survive the dangerous pregnancy, and delivery. For without her, he was nothing. Many vampire females lost their lives during this most precious course in life.
Snapping himself away from that avenue that caused the air to turn cold around him, glanced around to see if it had been noticed by the humans.
He then saw Darius, who seemed to be lost staring at a stuffed teddy bear.
Walking over, punched his best friend and father like male in the arm, to knock him back to the here and now, "You think of her yes?"
Darius nodded, "Beth? Yes."
Tohr reached over to pick up a stuff bear and said softly, the two tall, large vampires towering over the humans around them. Both were dressed as Wellsie called it, "casual" as not to scare the humans or call attention.
If only the humans knew they held an arsenal under their casual light jackets, daggers strapped under those and enough knives tucked away to slaughter a diary farm.
Darius looked over, "Enjoy this time my friend." He looked over at Wellsie who was gushing over what the humans called Onesies. "It is the most blessed time to be a mated and a loved hellren. When your shellan is with child. Not all are able to be there for the joy."
Tohr knew that Darius ached to have memories of that with his own child, now a young female, half vampire, half human and soon to go through the transition. And she had no idea. But he had not learned of his daughter's existence until after the mother had passed away, never telling her own daughter what she truly was, and was going to be happening to her, very soon.
Setting down the teddy bear, he turned to face his friend, crossing his arms over his chest. "You are speaking to King Wrath tonight?"
Darius nodded, "At the club. He actually was willing to meet with me."
That in itself was a feat. The mostly blind appointed King of their race, who fought that entitlement at every opportunity was a loner, to the extreme. Even though they had all trained together and Wrath's sire, Wrath the Kind, had been an excellent ruler, the son did not want to even try to wear the crown after his sire's death.
"Do you think he would even consider your request?"
Darius shrugged once again, choosing a teddy bear, "I can but ask. Wrath is" looked over at him, "Wrath."
They both chuckled at that and glanced back at Wellsie, who now had a buggy packed with so many items it threatened to give up the ghost at the burden.
Darius said softly, "She's beautiful Brother. You are blessed."
He nodded, but his eyes were transfixed on his beautiful mate. He knew he was lucky, they met as young pre-trans vamps, and contracted to be married. And fell in love from the first moment they met.
She was the only female he had ever been with. The only female he had even fed from, including his own transition. He smiled when she looked up and she laughed and blushed and he laughed softly, "I am more blessed than I ever thought I would be."
His own sire had disowned him during the initation into the Brotherhood, had not even given him gear or weapons for his first mission, in hopes, probably, that his weak son would die and perish and no longer be a burden to the house of Hharm. He had been lucky, for his sire had bedded a Chosen, the prime females of their race, and actually succeeded in impregnating her, to make a son.
A son, that because of that chance, was able to join the Brotherhood, the elite warriors of their race, and be considered to be from a high house of the glymera, a council he, himself detested and had little or nothing to do with.
Now he helped Darius run the Brotherhood and train. Darius had been the one that stepped in, took him under his wing. Given him clothes, weapons and training. And a friendship and bond was formed that was stronger than most friends and most families.
Wellsie waved and he sighed, once again looking at that bulky, torture device in a another life stroller.
Darius chuckled, elbowing him in the side, "Did you really delude yourself to think you would be able to tell her no" they both watched Wellsie smiling as she found yet more things to buy, "ever?"
He laughed as he hefted the stroller over one shoulder, "I try to fool myself all the time Darius. It just never lasts very long."
Darius barked out a laugh and followed him as they headed to the cash registers.
For really...nothing lasts for very long......when its good.
Darius clapped him on the back. "That my friend, is all you."
He looked back at the stroller and found it to be cumbersome and heavy, "Leelan, why do we need something such as this? Our young will be in either your arms or mine. There is no need."
Wellsie turned, laughing softly and walked back up, laying a hand on his chest. "Yes hellren, but in this, the young will still be close, and allow me to be in your arms."
How could you fight that kind of logic?
He smiled and whispered against her own smiling lips, "I am such a sucker yes?" She kissed him and nodded then went back to shop.
They were in a human store called, "Babies-R-Us" and he had not seen a single human baby for sale, which was the horrible thought he had early. Wellsie found that amusing and had cleared that up on the drive over.
But there were babies, and he did admit, they were engaging and he couldn't help but wonder which of them their young would look like. He wanted the child to have her eyes, and her hair, and she playfully chastised him saying no one wished to be a redhead and she hoped it had his ink black hair and navy blue eyes.
All he truly cared about was that it would be healthy and she would survive the dangerous pregnancy, and delivery. For without her, he was nothing. Many vampire females lost their lives during this most precious course in life.
Snapping himself away from that avenue that caused the air to turn cold around him, glanced around to see if it had been noticed by the humans.
He then saw Darius, who seemed to be lost staring at a stuffed teddy bear.
Walking over, punched his best friend and father like male in the arm, to knock him back to the here and now, "You think of her yes?"
Darius nodded, "Beth? Yes."
Tohr reached over to pick up a stuff bear and said softly, the two tall, large vampires towering over the humans around them. Both were dressed as Wellsie called it, "casual" as not to scare the humans or call attention.
If only the humans knew they held an arsenal under their casual light jackets, daggers strapped under those and enough knives tucked away to slaughter a diary farm.
Darius looked over, "Enjoy this time my friend." He looked over at Wellsie who was gushing over what the humans called Onesies. "It is the most blessed time to be a mated and a loved hellren. When your shellan is with child. Not all are able to be there for the joy."
Tohr knew that Darius ached to have memories of that with his own child, now a young female, half vampire, half human and soon to go through the transition. And she had no idea. But he had not learned of his daughter's existence until after the mother had passed away, never telling her own daughter what she truly was, and was going to be happening to her, very soon.
Setting down the teddy bear, he turned to face his friend, crossing his arms over his chest. "You are speaking to King Wrath tonight?"
Darius nodded, "At the club. He actually was willing to meet with me."
That in itself was a feat. The mostly blind appointed King of their race, who fought that entitlement at every opportunity was a loner, to the extreme. Even though they had all trained together and Wrath's sire, Wrath the Kind, had been an excellent ruler, the son did not want to even try to wear the crown after his sire's death.
"Do you think he would even consider your request?"
Darius shrugged once again, choosing a teddy bear, "I can but ask. Wrath is" looked over at him, "Wrath."
They both chuckled at that and glanced back at Wellsie, who now had a buggy packed with so many items it threatened to give up the ghost at the burden.
Darius said softly, "She's beautiful Brother. You are blessed."
He nodded, but his eyes were transfixed on his beautiful mate. He knew he was lucky, they met as young pre-trans vamps, and contracted to be married. And fell in love from the first moment they met.
She was the only female he had ever been with. The only female he had even fed from, including his own transition. He smiled when she looked up and she laughed and blushed and he laughed softly, "I am more blessed than I ever thought I would be."
His own sire had disowned him during the initation into the Brotherhood, had not even given him gear or weapons for his first mission, in hopes, probably, that his weak son would die and perish and no longer be a burden to the house of Hharm. He had been lucky, for his sire had bedded a Chosen, the prime females of their race, and actually succeeded in impregnating her, to make a son.
A son, that because of that chance, was able to join the Brotherhood, the elite warriors of their race, and be considered to be from a high house of the glymera, a council he, himself detested and had little or nothing to do with.
Now he helped Darius run the Brotherhood and train. Darius had been the one that stepped in, took him under his wing. Given him clothes, weapons and training. And a friendship and bond was formed that was stronger than most friends and most families.
Wellsie waved and he sighed, once again looking at that bulky, torture device in a another life stroller.
Darius chuckled, elbowing him in the side, "Did you really delude yourself to think you would be able to tell her no" they both watched Wellsie smiling as she found yet more things to buy, "ever?"
He laughed as he hefted the stroller over one shoulder, "I try to fool myself all the time Darius. It just never lasts very long."
Darius barked out a laugh and followed him as they headed to the cash registers.
For really...nothing lasts for very long......when its good.
