mythalenaste: (of all the human misery)
Pel ([personal profile] mythalenaste) wrote in [personal profile] justice_is_blond 2016-09-09 12:23 am (UTC)

[Pel goes very quiet. All trace of smile is gone now.

She didn't even find out from his words. That austere nod, a mere gesture is what gives her the news. She stares up at him, and it's a few seconds before she realizes her vision went blurry because there are tears in her eyes.

She ducks her head and covers her face with her hands, feeling all her plans for the future unravel. She tilts to the side and curls up on the cot, trying to feel smaller like the woods used to make her feel. So small that all the problems were too big to stay stuck to her, and tumbled away like the tears rolling down her temple. She is alone, outclan, and pregnant. Is she going to have to crawl to that loser Saeris and be at his mercy, begging him to help support her and this thing that has suddenly taken her life away?

She has always wanted to be a mother. She thinks she might remember that in a moment. Gather herself, realize she'll be fine. But she needs to fall apart for a minute. She needs to lose it.]

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