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Author Topic: A Kind of Destiny  (Read 270 times)

Description: Riley gives birth. Attn: Cristina, Drake, Jeremiah, Asimov, Sora, Chauncey, & Nick

Offline Rilandra Vlas

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A Kind of Destiny
« on: Jun 09, 19, 09:11:23 PM »
Late Spring 194 AP
This thread takes place at the same time as A Kind of Waiting Game


”MOTHER FUCKING NIGHT!”

Riley screamed as yet another powerful contraction seized her muscles and racked her body with pain. She had been laboring forever. There was no before, no after, just this. Jeremiah’s soothing words had her glaring daggers at him. ”Then you do it! I don’t want to. I changed my mind. Can we go back and… OWWWWWW SON OF A WHORE!”

Her fingers tightened on the hands that held hers, the strength of her males helping her even if she did want to scratch all of their eyes out at the moment. ”Can I push yet?” she asked Cristina, hopeful desperation written all over her face. The Healer had told her that the baby being so late past their expected arrival meant that they could be larger and more difficult to deliver. Riley had been insistent on waiting it out and letting the baby come when they were damn well ready. The tension between the Queen and the Healer had only intensified through the long months of her pregnancy.

”Why does anyone DO THIS?!” Riley snarled, trying to actually listen to the coached words about her breathing even as she snapped her teeth in Drake’s direction. Adrian had almost taken a kick to the face when he had moved to help support Riley’s leg, while Chauncey was looking paler by the moment. She couldn’t exactly yell at her child’s father. Val still lay in a deep sleep in one of the Healing Rooms, out of their reach. In his absence, her anger had turned to lash out at basically everyone in the vicinity.

Well, not quite everyone. She hadn’t yelled at Sora when the ruling Queen had arrived to support her adoptive mother and shadow Cristina. Asimov sat unobtrusively in the corner, furiously taking notes. The other Wards had gathered in the large communal sitting room of the Family Wing, as had other members of the Court who wanted to wait for news nearby. Riley had been informed in no uncertain terms by her Court Seer that Claudia would be waiting there and would, under no circumstances, be in the birthing room with her.

For the moment, Nick seemed the only male who hadn't had Riley's wrath directed at him. He stood just inside the door, serving as guard for those gathered, which included two Queens and most of Riley's Triangle. Nick had been designated to pass on updates to those who waited. Riley wished very much she was in that room with them instead of this one. Someone else could have this baby. 

A cool hand lay across her damp forehead and for a moment, she closed her eyes and was able to just breathe. What little clothing she wore was drenched in sweat. The neat braid her hair had started in when her labor had finally started the night before was now a mess of wild strands, several sticking to her face and neck. The room quieted for three entire heartbeats before Riley’s screams filled it again.

”FUCKING HELLFUCK!”
















Offline Dragos Cutrov

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Re: A Kind of Destiny
« Reply #1 on: Jun 11, 19, 12:41:08 AM »
Drake was doing his best to not laugh.

The situation itself wasn’t funny. Rilandra had finally gone into labor, finally ready to bring her child into the world. The First Escort of Dena Nehele knew that, had fate shifted differently, he probably wouldn’t be in this room right now. Or if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be holding Rilandra’s hand. Chauncey was doing his best to be there for Rilandra, too, but the other man looked a little green around the gills. Cristina Dumitrescu was barking orders while, in an odd turn of events, Sora was doing whatever she could to aid the young Healer in delivering their (almost) shared sibling. The number of lives intertwined in this room made for an interesting web of connections, but none of that was why Drake was trying not to laugh. Despite how hard Rilandra grasped his hand, Drake had to look away after the first curse and he had to bite his tongue after the second.

Drake fought the urge to laugh because he’d told Rilandra that things would go just like this, almost to the second.

FUCKING HELLFUCK!

You’ve got this, RIlandra. Breathe. Breathe.” Drake said, trying to keep the Queen focused and calm. He pushed a lock of sweat-dampened hair out of Rilandra’s face, then tried to help her focus her breathing by running through the exercises that they’d studied together over the past few months. She’d taken care of herself, eaten properly, and rested as often as possible. Drake just wanted her to get through this so that she could rest and hold her son or daughter for as long as she wanted. Rilandra would have to take her throne back eventually, but Sora was doing a good job and there was no reason for Rilandra to rush.

All the same, Drake wanted to make sure that she was on the road to recovery soon. So many things were dependent upon her returning to rule that the idea of losing her was anathema. Even more, Drake had made her a promise that he intended to fulfill.

Rilandra cursed again and Drake allowed himself a smile.

You’re doing great. It’s gonna be okay.” he said.








Offline Sorinna Roman

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Re: A Kind of Destiny
« Reply #2 on: Jun 12, 19, 12:15:32 AM »
Sora was both relieved and a little scared when Riley asked her to have dinner. They’d had a thousand dinners over the course of twelve years, yet none of those meals filled Sora with dread as this one did. She had a major decision to make about the issue with Tacea and she wanted Riley’s advice. But Riley would also want to know how everything was going and how Sora felt about her duties as Proxy Queen. The past few months were a whirlwind where she was busy from the time she got out of bed until the time she went back to it (and even sometimes while in bed), but Sora wouldn’t have traded it for anything. She was learning not just how to manage her time, but how to delegate and make every minute count.

Still, she was not Riley. Eventually, Riley would have to return and sort out all the things that Sora had done in her name during her nesting and recovery periods. Sora stood by her decisions, but she hoped that Riley could wait until after the baby came to get back into the weeds of ruling.

Dinner started well enough, with Sora filling her in about day-to-day Court business. Soon, they’d fallen into an easy conversation about a few other things on Sora’s mind, especially where it concerned the bond and her males. Riley had been talkative and engaged as the meal started, but she looked more uncomfortable as time passed. Sora knew that, at this stage of her pregnancy, Riley could be dealing with indigestion or just the general discomfort of a baby taking their own sweet time to enter the world. Riley had insisted, though, that the baby would come when he came.

Sora did not challenge her.

They were enjoying dessert when Riley’s hand went to her stomach. It was the third time such had happened in a few minutes. Sora was mid-sentence, but went silent as Riley sighed in discomfort.

You know, we can talk about this another time. Do you want to go lie down?” Sora asked.

I’m fine, Sora. Really, I am. Keep going, I want to hear--HOLY FUCKING HELL!

Riley’s water broke minutes later.

Now Sora was in the Healing Rooms with no less than five other people, shadowing Cristina Dumitrescu as the younger Healer insisted upon delivering their baby brother. Sora watched Drake and Jeremiah hold Riley’s hands. Chauncey looked like he was going to faint. Sora hoped that he didn’t, but she also hoped that the baby would come without difficulty. The last thing that they needed was a complication for mother or child. Dena Nehele itself was riding on this whole thing going off without a hitch.

Sora took a moment to walk over to Nick and laid a hand on his shoulder, feeding her Touch into him. The scent of Queen’s blood would be strong here shortly. She knew that he could handle it (he wouldn’t have stood guard if he thought he couldn’t), but she also just wanted to touch him and draw on his strength.

Riley cursed again. Loudly.

Yep, this baby is in good hands.” Sora said warmly.


*Riley words by Phe








Offline Niccolo Faa

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Re: A Kind of Destiny
« Reply #3 on: Jun 12, 19, 01:10:13 PM »
Instincts were curious things.  As a Warlord Prince he had plenty of them.  Nick had learned to recognize them from an internal distance.  They were not emotional.  He would have recognized if they were immediately, he had so few emotional responses, the most dramatic of which had been prompted by Sora’s Queen Craft.  Otherwise, his emotional responses were limited to fear, under specific conditions, and annoyance, under a broad variety of regular and mundane circumstances.  In truth, Nick was not certain that annoyance with standard human inanity counted as an emotion, but he  certainly experienced it.  He found himself mentally dissecting his instincts due to the nature of his current circumstances.  He was in a room watching Riley give birth, with his shields protecting the room, whether anyone realized it or not.  Nick could, and had, peeled back his protections when and where necessary, but he never made a mention of them.

Currently, in that room were some of the most valuable people in Nick’s life.  Sora was there, Riley—of course—was there, Jeremiah was there, Striker—as Drake-- was there, even Asimov was there.  He had been with Riley throughout this pregnancy, in stolen moments so she could listen to the infant’s heart.  Nick had found it fascinating.  The infant was also valuable to him, in that it was a part of Riley, and he felt that, in a small way, he had shepherded this little life to this point.  He had a strong, instinctive urge to protect Riley and Sora, one that was obvious and necessary to follow, Jeremiah could handle himself, he knew, as could Drake (secretly his Guildmaster), Asimov was his friend, and while he did not know Cristina well, she reaped the benefits by being present.  Nick had readily agreed to act as security while the others were busy, it was a task that he took quite seriously, and one he would have undertaken anyway, thanks to his instinct to do so.


Nick was, from a biological and anatomical knowledge standpoint, very prepared for this event.  He was so prepared that he could feel Savi’s discomfort when he began to relay the very beginnings of the process that Riley’s body was going through.  He had steeled himself for the scent of Queen’s blood.  He had known it would be there, but not when, and without a Bond, he did not think it would be any different from when Sora had been attacked.  That had been a surprise.  His instinct was to rage and kill, but Jeremiah had been swift and proper, and focused him on the defense, which he had done—until dismissed by that same Warlord Prince.  He had channeled his instincts along a new path, and he was sure he could again, but in the words of Savi, Fucking Hell there was a lot of, well, fluid—blood and other bodily excretions.  Riley’s Blood inspired the same anger, the same rage, something, something all-important, undeniably, supremely, absolutely priceless was being lost, and that had to be stopped.  It could not be, int his case, and so he focused his instincts, poured his rabid strength into his attentiveness, into his shields, into being on high alert.


Until Sora used her Touch.


The Red Warlord Prince released a breath he had not realized he was holding, and looked to Sora with a small nod of gratitude, his hand moving to cover hers as he did so.  He took her hand in his own, and held it for a moment, giving it a gentle squeeze.  He moved towards her, standing within her space, not embracing her, just wrapping his presence around her.  Nick let his Craft caress the side of Sora’s neck, where under other circumstances he might have leaned in and nuzzled her.  He whispered, ”She is doing well.  So is the child.  I am listening to both.”  His eyebrows rose at Riley’s latest round of curses, and half-smiled at Sora’s comment, ”Yes, I agree.  And, I think everyone is learning about Riley’s creative use of—let’s call it ‘vocabulary’.”  Nick gave her hand another squeeze and released it, but he did not step away, nor move his eyes from her.  He kept his other senses on the room, his particular sense narrowed on Riley and the Baby, feeling and hearing the now familiar rhythms.







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Re: A Kind of Destiny
« Reply #4 on: Jul 11, 19, 06:11:21 AM »
Cristina's mood was foul. It was, in fact, a mood that much worse than that of Rilandra's. Who was giving birth to her firstborn. The only consolation she had received was that she had not had to dose the Opal-Jeweled Queen with something to induce labor. It was not as if such a thing would hurt her but Cristina was absolutely certain that none of the males bonded to Rilandra--let alone her First Escort; was he bonded; who the fuck knew--would take kindly to her essentially drugging their Queen.

What started the downward slide of her mood was Prince Mercer telling her that she needed to be at the Territory Court today.

"... are you implying she will go into labor that day?" asked Cristina, eyes narrowed at the Black Widow Warlord Prince.

"I am saying that you'll be needed," answered Jeremiah, "and that's that." Maybe he was still displeased from the time that she had tried to backhand the Queen. That was the only thing she could figure it to be. (As it most certainly could not be the completely natural and utterly annoying cryptic nature of Black Widows. No, it could not be that at all.)

The other problem was that there were far too many people in the room and she had Sorinna Roman shadowing her. In a better mood, she might have appreciated having an extra pair of hands but at the moment she did not. The upside, however, was that the Rose-Jeweled Queen-in-Proxy was getting a running instruction (that was terse but very informative and educational; she picked up her teaching habits from Minerva) on how to assist in the delivery of a baby along a thread of Purple Dusk.

As long as Sorinna didn't actually try to talk to Cristina it would be fine.

Probably.

She was still a sass-monster regardless.

"Not yet," she snapped out, leveling a fixed stare at Rilandra. Yet for all that she said that not even a minute later, she said: "Now push."




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Re: A Kind of Destiny
« Reply #5 on: Jul 11, 19, 06:18:10 AM »
Jeremiah was beginning to wonder if Drake and himself were going to make it through the birth of Riley's son with their hands intact. Their Queen was not going to break their hands but she was certainly going to leave potential bruising, if not a considerable amount of small crescent-shaped indents from where her nails bit into their skin.

He took Riley's snapping at him in stride, continuing on as he had been with being reassuring. If either Drake or himself balked at her snapping, they'd not be able to be where they were. That and he was helpfully keeping his witty comebacks to Riley's outbursts to himself, though Drake might have heard a few of them just because he knew the other was just as amused as he was (and would appreciate them).

The only problem the Black Widow Warlord Prince had was that the ebb and flow of the emotional pulse of the room was all over the place. It might have left his head spinning if he had not made a split-second decision to simply focus upon Riley's. That was not necessarily wise either because--

Well, the echoes of her emotions and the distant pain were not that great. It would, at least, help Riley a little, especially now that she could push. "Just a little longer," he said to Riley as she was pushing, ignoring the sharp look he got. "A little longer and your son will be here." There were other words, a mimic of the proper breathing, but all that was background noise to simply being in the moment.

Truthfully, Jeremiah had known for some time the gender of the babe but had not said anything. (Not after Cristina had looked at him so summarily displeased at the mere thought her half-brother might be a Warlord Prince.) What he had not been certain of was the name of Riley's son. There were too many possibilities, though he had an idea of which were most likely. None of which mattered now as Riley continued to push, Cristina in place to help usher the newborn into the world.

Drake, called Jeremiah. It was just to get his attention, the Black Widow Warlord Prince sharing the thought. The idea was that Rose and Red alike quickly wove a shield around the Queen--Rose tighter-knit around the two of them and Riley; Red enclosing the room--so that the scent of Queen's blood was not heavy in the air. The Black Widow Warlord Prince had no doubts they could handle it but there were concerns about the others. Nick, he knew could but it would still unsettle him greatly. (Truly, the Red-Jeweled Warlord Prince had come a long way and was doing excellent at his post. Even if he was certain that some were likely not enthused with his running updates and their rather visual nature.)

"Would someone put up a--" started Cristina only to cut herself off as she realized what she wanted--a shield to hide the scent of Queen's blood--was already in progress. Her eyes narrowed as she looked to Jeremiah and then Drake. "Thank you, Princes," she said before turning her focus back to the Queen and telling her to push again.

Offline Rilandra Vlas

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Re: A Kind of Destiny
« Reply #6 on: Jul 19, 19, 11:37:40 PM »
Riley grit her teeth and pushed with everything she had. The strength of her efforts lifted her back off the pillows and drenched her brow in a fresh wash of sweat. When she had to stop, she sucked in air like she'd been drowning, filling her lungs and exhaling in succession. The contractions seemed to come almost on top of each other now. The former breaks between pain had been stripped away and replaced with an all encompassing need to birth her child and bring him into this world.

Him? Him? Her eyes narrowed at Jeremiah as she tried to recall the words he had just said. Her son. She was having a son. Another contraction hit before the knowledge could fully take hold in her mind. Her grip tightened even harder on both Jeremiah and Drake and she screamed through her teeth as she bore down and pushed with what felt like every muscle in her body.

Encouraging words flowed over her, soothing phrases offered from those she loved the most. "Then you do it!" she screamed at no one in particular before finding herself once again gripped in the spasm of her next contraction.

She had no real sense of time. Riley pushed again, and again, and again. She remained foul mouthed and fearless, determined to bring this life screaming into the Realm. She couldn't think about Val or his too still form lying elsewhere in the palace. She had to stay present and focused at the task at hand, which was getting this fucking baby out of her body.

Riley was aware that Cristina was saying something to her and she poured all of her focus into the Healer and her instructions. The baby was crowning. Just a few more pushes and he would be here. Gathering every last remaining drop of her strength, she waited until Cristina told her and then pushed with everything she had.

"FUCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!"
















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Re: A Kind of Destiny
« Reply #7 on: Jul 30, 19, 04:05:53 PM »
 While Chauncey was fully aware of where babies came from.  He was also fully aware that the process of birth was a violent and messy process.  Nevertheless, the Warlord found himself in the middle of what could only be considered barely restrained chaos.  Sure, the males that were in the room with the Queen were all projecting an air of calm... but Chauncey knew better.  Somewhere deep inside they were all wondering just what the outcome would be for Riley and her child.

Chauncey wasn't much help.  He knew that.  Since he'd been broken, there wasn't much the Warlord could do.  But he was present like Riley requested.  That would have to be enough.  Riley was furious and on the verge of removing someone's fingers... or faces.  Either would potentially help ease the pain.

Listening quietly as the others spoke, Chauncey could only sit and watch.  Giles sat curled protectively against his throat as the Warlord watched his Queen bring Dena Nehele into the next era of existence.  Chauncey was sure his father was watching, waiting, somewhere in a dark corner for the news that his favorite pawn had finally given birth.  To be honest, Chauncey was surprised that the Guild Master wasn't permitted into the room.

With a grimace, Chauncey looked at his Queen as she all but writhed in pain.  He'd promised himself he wouldn't faint this time. Riley had too much happening to deal with her already broken male.  Instead, Chauncey found a seat away from the fray and chose to listen to his Queen's angry screams.  She would have to settle for his presence alone until she insisted she needed him directly.






 

 

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