3/31/2025, 2:35 AM
skill; n/a
notes; n/a
Since the first false alarm it had become harder and harder to get good sleep. Each time Golde stirred, made a noise, or shifted against him he would wake. Silver eyes falling upon her to ensure she was well, his eyes would scan across her frame, dance to the opening of the den to search for movement and then eventually settle back down for another few moments of rest. And then repeat.
Tonight was different, today was different. Golde's scent had changed and when the sun dropped behind the horizon her discomfort became more and more apparent. Antsy as the soon to be father was, Hexx had stayed impossibly close altering his position from fiercely guarding the entrance of their den and returning to check on her. He wanted to allow her space, while also ensuring she knew he was near; and as much as he trusted certain individuals in Dawnbreak ─ here and now tonight not one soul outside of their family would come within proximity of their home. It was something raw, something instinctive that drove him. Cold eyes scanning the horizon and tensing when he would note movement. Ensuring it passed before he would return to Golde's side.
As they began to arrive, Hexx reluctantly retreated from his position at the door, curling his massive bulk around Golde's weak and quivering frame he would tuck himself to allow her to lean against him. Watching over Golde's shoulder, gently the soldier would preen and groom her trying to offer a sense of comfort. ❝ I won't let anything happen to you, ❞ he promised as the delivery drug on.
There were so many of them, and Hexx stared in awe at the tiny lives that wiggled against Golde's breast. The lives that they created. And his silent promise he had determined weeks prior extended to them now as well. It was hard to draw his eyes from them, watching each of their chests rise and fall steadily - ensuring their safety and wellbeing. After he confirmed and double confirmed, his gaze turned to Golde. ❝ Look at them... ❞ he rumbled, moving to press his forehead to hers for a brief moment before trying to find her eyes ❝ ...How are you feeling? ❞ she seemed stable, tired as he expected, but he needed to hear it. Needed to hear she was ok.
❝ speech ❞
notes; n/a
"I'll do whatever it takes (I'll make a million mistakes)
I'll make the world safe and sound for you
Will come of age with our young nation
We'll bleed and fight for you
We'll make it right for you
If we lay a strong enough foundation
We'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you
And you'll blow us all away
Someday, someday"
I'll make the world safe and sound for you
Will come of age with our young nation
We'll bleed and fight for you
We'll make it right for you
If we lay a strong enough foundation
We'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you
And you'll blow us all away
Someday, someday"
Since the first false alarm it had become harder and harder to get good sleep. Each time Golde stirred, made a noise, or shifted against him he would wake. Silver eyes falling upon her to ensure she was well, his eyes would scan across her frame, dance to the opening of the den to search for movement and then eventually settle back down for another few moments of rest. And then repeat.
Tonight was different, today was different. Golde's scent had changed and when the sun dropped behind the horizon her discomfort became more and more apparent. Antsy as the soon to be father was, Hexx had stayed impossibly close altering his position from fiercely guarding the entrance of their den and returning to check on her. He wanted to allow her space, while also ensuring she knew he was near; and as much as he trusted certain individuals in Dawnbreak ─ here and now tonight not one soul outside of their family would come within proximity of their home. It was something raw, something instinctive that drove him. Cold eyes scanning the horizon and tensing when he would note movement. Ensuring it passed before he would return to Golde's side.
As they began to arrive, Hexx reluctantly retreated from his position at the door, curling his massive bulk around Golde's weak and quivering frame he would tuck himself to allow her to lean against him. Watching over Golde's shoulder, gently the soldier would preen and groom her trying to offer a sense of comfort. ❝ I won't let anything happen to you, ❞ he promised as the delivery drug on.
There were so many of them, and Hexx stared in awe at the tiny lives that wiggled against Golde's breast. The lives that they created. And his silent promise he had determined weeks prior extended to them now as well. It was hard to draw his eyes from them, watching each of their chests rise and fall steadily - ensuring their safety and wellbeing. After he confirmed and double confirmed, his gaze turned to Golde. ❝ Look at them... ❞ he rumbled, moving to press his forehead to hers for a brief moment before trying to find her eyes ❝ ...How are you feeling? ❞ she seemed stable, tired as he expected, but he needed to hear it. Needed to hear she was ok.
❝ speech ❞
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