09-23-2009, 04:43 PM
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Hope you don't mind ~ I added a little 'Preggers' nudge in Savina's direction just as a way in. You don't have to use it at all. ^_^ Wc: 450+
Ghita's ebony darling looked defeated, a shell that held none of the beauty similar to the one that hung around the sister's neck. The defeat and anguish wasn't obvious to see; Newer members or those who had simply not become close to Savina would not be able to see just what she was going through, but Ghita had grown up with this fae. Although there had been times where the two were apart, but both of their habits had developed in childhood - they would be obvious to see no how hard they tried to hide.
So that was what spurred the silver-tipped wolfess to donate some charity, reassure her that for this moment, the exhausted Ghita was with Savina - both physically and mentally. She knew what was beating Savina up so badly - nothing physical that Ghita could fix in any means. And although it affected her equally, being her brother and kin as well, there was a part of her that said that there was no way that Ghita could have any say in this debate, especially after she had fled all too often.
Her larger, bloated stomach was pressed against Savina's side, the extra weight prickling at the back of Ghita's mind, but shoved aside for more pressing issues. No doubt her sister would feel the weight, but whether she would acknowledge it or not was uncertain. The pair rested for a moment, transferring and merging heat, transforming it into comfort, before the ebony fae began to whisper.
Ghita could barely stand to deal with this blow herself, but the sudden transformation from the stronger, more hostile Savina Ghita had seen at her own departure sent daggers to her heart. Is this what I did every time I left to both of them? Guilt nestled into the pit of her chest, gnawing at her until she had to shift a little, trying to relieve the pressure. Just listening to Savina's tone, she knew that there were tears dominating the emeralds now, causing silver-tipped tents to lower, and the smallest of whines to escape her narrow chest.
Smaller rivers cascaded near her cranium, creating pity to take precedent in her heart. Turning her head so that she had a better angle, she rested her tongue on Savina's head, dragging it across quickly before settling back down again. The pink tongue had been almost as fast as a snake's, the action looking almost wrong performed by Ghita. Only half listening to what Savina was saying, she nodded, tightening the embrace around her fragile sister. "Shh, shh. E 'tutto a posto Savina. Non piangere, per favore non." The words had spread themselves out in between shy nuzzles and stretched silences, nothing more than a stage whisper.
Hope you don't mind ~ I added a little 'Preggers' nudge in Savina's direction just as a way in. You don't have to use it at all. ^_^ Wc: 450+
Ghita's ebony darling looked defeated, a shell that held none of the beauty similar to the one that hung around the sister's neck. The defeat and anguish wasn't obvious to see; Newer members or those who had simply not become close to Savina would not be able to see just what she was going through, but Ghita had grown up with this fae. Although there had been times where the two were apart, but both of their habits had developed in childhood - they would be obvious to see no how hard they tried to hide.
So that was what spurred the silver-tipped wolfess to donate some charity, reassure her that for this moment, the exhausted Ghita was with Savina - both physically and mentally. She knew what was beating Savina up so badly - nothing physical that Ghita could fix in any means. And although it affected her equally, being her brother and kin as well, there was a part of her that said that there was no way that Ghita could have any say in this debate, especially after she had fled all too often.
Her larger, bloated stomach was pressed against Savina's side, the extra weight prickling at the back of Ghita's mind, but shoved aside for more pressing issues. No doubt her sister would feel the weight, but whether she would acknowledge it or not was uncertain. The pair rested for a moment, transferring and merging heat, transforming it into comfort, before the ebony fae began to whisper.
Ghita could barely stand to deal with this blow herself, but the sudden transformation from the stronger, more hostile Savina Ghita had seen at her own departure sent daggers to her heart. Is this what I did every time I left to both of them? Guilt nestled into the pit of her chest, gnawing at her until she had to shift a little, trying to relieve the pressure. Just listening to Savina's tone, she knew that there were tears dominating the emeralds now, causing silver-tipped tents to lower, and the smallest of whines to escape her narrow chest.
Smaller rivers cascaded near her cranium, creating pity to take precedent in her heart. Turning her head so that she had a better angle, she rested her tongue on Savina's head, dragging it across quickly before settling back down again. The pink tongue had been almost as fast as a snake's, the action looking almost wrong performed by Ghita. Only half listening to what Savina was saying, she nodded, tightening the embrace around her fragile sister. "Shh, shh. E 'tutto a posto Savina. Non piangere, per favore non." The words had spread themselves out in between shy nuzzles and stretched silences, nothing more than a stage whisper.