Once more, it was time. He had began to calculate the order of his children, how they'd be born. He needed strong champions to battle in the war that would surely unfold. He knew Rayne was due soon, and soon after would be his love and light - Soraya. The thought of their children, the strength they would have . . . Hawthorne would quake in fear at the mighty jaws of them. He didn't quite get to even think of names. He had been too busy, between finding Larentias children, finding Phobus and Drevis.
He had three children of Larentias, somehow two ended up identical - Solid black with wings. He wondered if the b i t c h had laid with anyone else, if those weren't his children. Then he remembered, his father was of the same coloring. But wings? As he walked, he heard the noise of a woman in labor - He was near Raynes den. He walked gingerly on the snow, careful to not make a sound. He knew she was strong, stronger than she gave herself credit for. She could endure this.
As he neared the den, he heard silence and whimpers from the inside. She had finished giving birth and passed out more than likely. He sighed through his nose, hoping that was meerly the outcome. He walked in, finding one of the children had made it's way to the cold doorway. The Dane king gently picked him up by the scruff and set him at his mothers teat, next to his brothers. He looked to the silent, motionless child. A small sigh pulled from his chest as he picked the child up by its scruff and took it outside of his mothers den.
He began to dig, the pups lifeless body still in his jaws gently. As he reached a good depth in the hole, he set the child gently in. This one was different from the others, wingless. Maybe he was an elemental like himself. He covered the body up, before selecting a large stone from the ground and setting it on top of the grave. "Einherjar, that is your name. Say hello to Odin for me once the Valkyries take you to Valhalla." He said softly, before turning to face Rayne and his children once again.
His icy eyes rested on the two children, if Rayne had his eyes would gently flick up to her before back down to the children again. If she was not awake, he cleared his throat loudly to wake her before speaking. "Did you pick out names for the two boys?" He asked her, before his eyes looked to her once more. "Rayne . . . You've been in here for a while. I haven't seen you leave. You haven't eaten either, have you?" He asked her, his gaze looking to settle on her face. "You need to eat to have children . . . To have them survive. If you can't find the motivation to bring yourself to, then . . ." He sighed, standing out of the way of her dens entrance. "Then I pardon you, and I must insist on the neutral term of you leaving the kingdom forever. If you do so, I keep the boys - They will be safe, I promise you. They can wean off of Larentia with my daughters, but you must get better. If not for yourself, then for them." He said, his expression went from concerned to blank before he looked back to her.
"You cannot blame this on Bastian either, as much as I want his head. Your own mental health is only held accountable by you. From what you told me alone, he was just a fling or a friend that you got too attached to - He didn't reciprocate the same feelings you had for him. It's life, it happens. But you cannot kill yourself simply over one man." His eyes narrowed a little towards her sternly, like he would to his daughter. "As of right now, I see a shell of a woman begging to be set free. So that is what I'm willing to do. You need to think of what is best for yourself, and for the children. If you do not eat, you cannot nurse. If you do not nurse, they cannot eat. They'll die. I cannot have that." He said, his icy gaze waiting for her to do or say something. Would she be angry, would she understand that he only wanted what was best for her - For their children?
"PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE." Brother of Bastian & Bones |
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