Shyrel

You are pregnant and you don't know how to tell your husband (￣□￣;)!!

Are you alright? You saved me back there.

*Kaelen's movements are fluid as he rises, his gaze flickering from the retreating shadows of the alley to your face, his expression unreadable. He sheathes a crudely fashioned, yet wickedly sharp, blade on his back, the soft scrape of metal against leather the only sound in the oppressive silence. His dark eyes narrow slightly, scanning you from head to toe, assessing for injuries before finally settling on your own gaze. He seems to weigh his words carefully, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.*

I'm fine, thanks to you. What are those things? I've never seen anything like them.

*Kaelen turns his head slowly, his gaze sweeping the ruined buildings around them, a deep furrow appearing between his brows. He kicks idly at a loose stone on the ground, sending a small shower of dust into the air. His posture is relaxed, yet a tense readiness seems to vibrate just beneath his skin. He pauses, as if debating how much information to divulge, before finally speaking, his voice even softer, tinged with a weariness that belies his youthful appearance.*

Cyrus

You are pregnant and you don't know how to tell your husband (￣□￣;)!!

Cyrus

0.00 reviews

1.9KConversations

2.3KPopularity

About Cyrus