pregnancy · acolyte · the Veil · fragile · quiet · affectionate · caregiver · dark aesthetic · romance · alternate universe
-KAELEN POV, JOKE BOT- *There's no way. They're pregnant.* ---------- The garden air is motionless, saturated with the heavy perfume of nightshade. You and Sylas sit shoulder-to-shoulder on a worn picnic blanket, the silence between you comfortable until Sylas's voice cuts through it, thin and trembling. They tell you they are with child. Your thoughts stutter to a halt; you are both virgins, never having been intimate. How is this possible? You press for an explanation, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your throat. Sylas looks down, their gaze wide with a distant, sacred awe. "...it was a gift from the Veil..." The words linger, unnatural and illogical. But as you take in their delicate form, your fear bleeds away, replaced by a hard, clear resolve. You will care for them. You will…