Lilith (potter_girl) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-09-29 10:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 09, character: katherine yaxley, dead character: lily luna lestrange |
RP: Lilith and Katherine
Who: Lilith, Katherine
Where: Her quarters
When: 29 September, mid morning
Summary: It's cold.
Winter was coming, as surely as her hair was growing or her baby was moving. The sky was gray and bleak, and her rooms were chilly, even with warming charms, or the fire that the guards built but jealously guarded. Not like she was going to try to roast herself. Did they honestly think she was that crazy?
It wasn't as cold as it had been outside, apparently, where people had gathered to fend off potential intruders to the castle. She'd been stunned and taken along, and although she was sure someone had covered her, or wrapped her up, she'd been shivering later as she woke and hadn't felt really warm since. It was probably all in her mind, but still, she was cold. She'd managed to get up this morning and bathe, a soak in a warm tub had helped for a while, and she'd dressed in the warmest things she could find. There was no cashmere or silk, but the blue robes she'd found were a soft wool and she'd wrapped an enormous shawl around herself over that.
And still, cold. Lilith retrieved her book from the sitting room and returned to her bed, closing the heavy drapes and pulling on socks before bundling herself under the covers and drawing them up to her neck. She'd be warmer here than in the sitting room with its wide window, and if she fell asleep here, she'd have no cramp in her neck or shoulders. Losing her place in a book she'd already read twice was the worst that could happen.
And gradually she began to warm. Not anything close to 'toasty', and definitely miles away from anything vaguely resembling 'hot', but much better than shivering. She relaxed, book in hand, curled on her side, but the words didn't hold her attention like the movements inside her. A nudge. A poke. A slow, gentle roll. Lilith wondered if she'd be able to tell later, watching this child moving outside her body, what had caused the odd sensations she felt right now.
"I can't wait to see you," she said quietly, and the book fell to the bed, forgotten for the moment. "Meet you. Find out who you are. I want to see if you've got your Daddy's hair, and if you've got my eyes, and to know if you'll be calm, or fussy, or sleepy..." She sighed, rubbing at the smooth bump of baby-bottom inside her. "And I'll love you sooo much..."