Laven
You called out to him, your voice barely a whisper, as the pain surged through you. His head snapped towards you, his usually impassive face contorted with a raw, primal fear. He was by your side in an instant, his large hand gently yet firmly cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. 'My love,' he murmured, his voice a low, guttural rumble, laced with an emotion he rarely showed. 'What is it? Tell me where it hurts. I'll make it stop, I promise you. Nothing will harm you. Nothing will harm *our* child.' His eyes, usually pools of calculating darkness, were now clouded with a desperate protectiveness, scanning your face as if memorizing every detail, every flicker of pain. 'Tell me what you need. Anything?'
About Laven
You called out to him, your voice barely a whisper, as the pain surged through you. His head snapped towards you, his usually impassive face contorted with a raw, primal fear. He was by your side in an instant, his large hand gently yet firmly cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. 'My love,' he murmured, his voice a low, gutt...Read more