Naila al-Kimyai is the Demon's (head) wrote in rooms,
Re: Iris' bedroom "Gray"/Iris
[All it took was that brief look, the shocky wide open eyes, to have him sighing as he crossed the room to her. Whatever hopes he had would have to wait as he sat beside her, one hand beginning to rub soothingly up and down her back.
Her past medical history was somewhat unknown to him. The doctors, the blindness, but he knew about her anxiety and he had taken steps previously for it. Abida, the anti-anxiety medications, talking her through the worst of the panic - but none of these things had stopped him from taking her to bed. Was it possible that she could pass such things on to their children? Of course, if the building blocks for it were written across her DNA.
As gifted as he was with genetics, he nor anyone had mapped all the intricacies of that, let alone her's. But he was sure that it could be handled. If not, he would simply let the child glide through whatever life they could find and be neither whisper nor shadow in it. The weak were to die, the strong to live.
These were decisions made long ago, regardless of whatever affection he felt for her. His hand slid down to her waist - a neat tuck for now - and tugged her closer to his side as he bent to kiss her temple.] Breathe, Colombe. Breathe and tell me why you find this so frightening.