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Fight! Fight! Pillow fight!
[For someone so fixated on the concept of fairness, Somnus was never known for observing formalities. The Oracle has retired after a trying day, a servant tells him, and must be allowed her rest. He brushes the night guard aside with the snap of his wrist, and it's a matter of seconds before he's striding across the chamber to where Aera slumbers. That she looks so peaceful where she lies doesn't deter him in the slightest.
His brother might scold him for his brusqueness, if he were here. He isn't.]
Oracle—
His brother might scold him for his brusqueness, if he were here. He isn't.]
Oracle—
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She drums her fingers on her belly for a few moments, glancing off to the side. ]
I am unsure I am meant for motherhood. I am... concerned. [ ...That's an understatement, and she shifts. ] ...Frightened? That seems more like the proper wording. I am frightened, because I am unsure of how to be properly maternal.
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In any case, all positions in life come attached to some degree of misgiving. A little bit of fear is normal when one is new to their assigned role. He sees no problem here. ]
You have your attendants. If there's anything of which you're uncertain, let them handle it.
[ And learn from their example. ]
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She sighs and looks down, frowning slightly. ]
Yes... but what if this child does not like me? I feel guilty because it isn't as though I really wanted it. I just... had to. [ That sounds really bad, and she straightens as she tries to fix her own wording. ] I am happy! I am happy, and I love this child despite never meeting them. But I just... feel... worried about it all, I suppose.
[ At least she's not stuck with anyone, at least this baby's father will never realize that she absconded with his unborn child. ]
I know this is something we have to do, but I suppose I dislike feeling... forced. It makes me feel cornered.
[ And that is not a feeling she'd want anyone to have to feel. But she knows that Somnus can relate on that level, at least. ]
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She would have preferred to carry his brother's child. That, and Aera never did like much being told what to do if it didn't suit her fancy, which is a trait that features in all three of them. To say nothing of the gods' involvement in this particular scenario . . . At any rate, hers is a foolish worry from his perspective—of course the child will like her ]
All you can do is push onward. It's too late to withdraw now.
[ Like walking through a narrow tunnel with the hope that the path will eventually widen and lead them out of that corner. There's no backing away from that. And if they don't do it, someone else will have to. ]
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She leans back in her seat, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. ]
Yes, perhaps...
[ She cringes again, though, before she allows herself to slide down in her chair just a little bit. ]
...She's trying to kill me, you know.
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Somnus straightens, voicing the same question he asked himself earlier. ]
Are you due soon?
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She's quiet a moment, before she reaches for his hand so that she can place it right over a spot on her belly. Specifically, right where this baby is kicking her non stop. ]
Yes. A week or two, give or take.
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Pulling his hand back, he rises. ]
Stay in the capital until you’ve given birth. Tenebrae can wait for the return of its Oracle and her child.
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She watches him stand. ]
Are you certain? You really wouldn't mind?
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The servants will be informed in order to prepare for the labor. Don't do anything reckless until then.
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Pushing herself up to her feet, she nods. ]
Thank you, Somnus. Let me know how you are feeling by this evening, if you are up to it I will use my magic on you again.
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[ He'd better not hear about her healing anyone and everyone in sight. But it's no concern of his where or to whom she decides to go.
Morning turns into afternoon into evening. In the end, Somnus neglects to inform Aera of his condition. Matters of the state have occupied him all day, and he finds himself without a good place to stop. At least this will have given her ample time to tour the city. ]
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Like clockwork, he sweeps down the hall to his quarters once darkness cloaks the Citadel. He doesn't doubt that he'll run into Aera, who ought—ah, speak of the devil. ]
Consider the baby, Oracle. You ought to be asleep by now.
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She's made herself at home right outside the door this time around; she's not about to barge in on him twice, after all. Not this particular trip. It's late, and yet she's more awake than she was earlier. ]
Good evening to you, too, dear Somnus. Ah, the baby would not allow me to sleep even if I wanted to.
[ She's huge. She can't get comfortable. She hasn't seen her own feet in months. ]
How are you feeling? How was your day?
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Glancing at Aera's swollen belly, Somnus nods in lieu of a verbal greeting. ]
Busy—and there's more to be done still.
Our meeting this morning will ensure that I rest easily. You can return to your quarters.
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I'm certain there is. Are you retiring for the evening, then?
[ Her head tips to the side, as if she's really mulling over his words. ]
Are you certain, though? You did not over exert yourself? You have to promise.
[ Because he's not given her a reason to trust him in this aspect. Two years of silence on his end is to blame for that. ]
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[ Well, it isn't a lie. Overexertion is when he can barely stand on his feet. Right now, he's just tired. Compared to the previous nights, though, he's in peak condition. He has Aera to thank for that. ]
It's time that I retired. The same goes for you.
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[ As per usual, she leaves him with her usual kiss to the cheek. There are already attendants waiting for her at the end of the corridor and she is happy to greet them and head back down towards her quarters. Their giggling and chit chat can be heard echoing off of the walls, eventually fading off into nothingness.
When morning rolls around, however, Aera does not see Somnus in the morning. She's been presented with a different, far more difficult task: having this baby. Sorry about that, Somnus. ]