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[birthrightgreen]

It had been a pretty room before she started throwing things around it. If she could, she would have hurled Craft to shred the rest of it to bits, but even in her hurt and fury she had a care for her child. A human doctor might tell her that such upset wasn't good for the baby either, but there were none of those around.

Vases had splintered and mirrors were shattered in every direction. She was sobbing her fury now, at a loss for what else to do. A knife in his back, or across his throat, seemed like a plausible solution, and she wondered how much it would hurt him. If he would bleed out and have to be resurrected.

He'd promised. He'd promised. And she'd given up everything to come here. Her home. Her family. Daemon. That she could go back was no matter. She'd moved to his world, brought her Jewels and her knives and her wolf and taken up residence. She'd allowed him to seed her, when she'd fought conception every other time it seemed imminent. Trusted him enough to be here, vulnerable without her powers for nine months.

And now he was inconsolable because the bloody Watcher hadn't cried on his shoulder instead of some blue girl's. It was a slap, painful enough that it hurt to breathe. She'd been there for him, all along. Done everything she'd known to do. Been willing to be his whore, accepting Luella's position as primary in his life. And he'd made her believe...

A home. A family. Him, as her own. The two of them trying something different.

But nothing changes and it was stupid of her to think that someone like her could have those things. She smashed a piece of a mirror into smaller bits, heedless of the cuts on her hands. Without her power, without a target, she didn't know what else to do. Couldn't go home and face them. Not again. Not after Falonar. But she wouldn't be tossed aside again either. She wrapped her arms around her midsection, protective of the child growing inside, not caring about the blood she stained her skirts with. She never should have come here.

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[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She shook her head. "No, there's not." It bothered her more than a little, but she was...adapting. Trying to adapt.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

"How does one summon them? How do you, if you need them?"

Because he was concerned she was still doing far, far too much forherself.

He had simply walked into the kitchen and started yelling.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"They generally seem to ... know? Or there's a bell."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

He may have twitched slightly, again.

"What else has been taking getting used to?"

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"All the people who wander in and out. I mean, yes, they do that at the Hall, too, but....it's different here, somehow."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

He was concerend again.

"Do they bother you?"

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"Not bother. It's just...odd sometimes."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

"Who comes then, that makes it so different?"

Her put weight to her words.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She considered, snagging a piece of toast to nibble while she did so.

"I think it's how they come and go so quickly. Popping in and out and honestly, I'm not sure who lives here and who's just visiting."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

"Then who keeps you company, keeps your council?"

Surreal needed interest in her life. Conversation. Vitality. Especially now, when she was cut away from so many other parts of herself.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"Samael is here, generally." She smiled a little. "There's a Sidhe prince, similar to the Dea al Mon who's taken it upon himself to chatter at me. He's a friend of Daemon's."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

Generally was not good enough. Not nearly good enough.

But the last picture she painted amused him.

"And do you chatter back?"

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She smiled a little. "I do. His Lady reminds me of Jaenelle somewhat and has been very welcoming as well. And their..." She frowned a little, trying to describe Michael. "The other person they share their life with is from another world, as well, though he grew up in theirs. They have a son, who's four."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

"I am glad that you have friends."

He started to fluff her pillows again, because they were in sad need of it. These could not possibly be down, for they were not nearly supportive enough.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"Rainier...." That irritated look again. "You're fussing..."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

His voice came from somewhere nehind her back.

"And? I have lost time to make up for."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"You're fussing." It was almost a growl.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

Her lack of Jewels perhaps made him a bit more defiant.

"And who says I am not allowed to?"

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"I do!"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

At least she hadn't hit him?

Though his eardrums were ringing.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She glared.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

He tested, touchest the nearest corner of one of the pillows.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She swatted his hand.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_deadlydance_/]

"It isn't perfect yet," he pointed out, affronted.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"It's fine."