avery perkins 👑 cersei lannister (goldencoat) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-02-21 16:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * jach, c: avery perkins |
WHO: Avery Perkins.
WHERE: Picasso Art Gallery.
WHEN: Thursday, February 21; afternoon.
WHAT: Avery gets confirmation of some surprising news.
RATING: Low.
STATUS: narrative; complete.
How? How had this happened? Utter shock had overtaken Avery as she sat frozen in her office. She hadn’t been feeling herself lately, but had attributed it to the dreams. Finding out that one was...so connected to someone like Cersei Lannister, it was bound to take a toll. Of course, she put on a smile for the rest of the world. She went about her daily life as if nothing was wrong, but it was. Liam was the only one to see her struggle as more and more of Cersei began to make itself known. Her acid thoughts. Her ruthlessness. Everything that she was, warring with who Avery is. She’d begun feeling sick in the mornings, and had difficulty getting to sleep at night. She’d toss and turn and felt fatigued all the time. The dreams seemed an easy enough explanation for all of this, and so she had simply waved it off. It wasn’t until she noticed her period hadn’t arrived that Avery began to consider that it might be something else altogether. She scheduled an appointment with her doctor and went in for some testing. And now here it was. The phone call from the medical assistant confirming it. She was pregnant. She pinched the bridge of her nose tightly and tried to focus on her breathing. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be pregnant. She’d always known that she wanted to be a mother someday. And she had no doubts that Liam would truly make the most amazing father. But now...with Cersei in her head, Avery couldn’t help but feel nauseous about the whole thing. Images of exactly who Cersei’s first born would grow up to be were haunting her. It was all so mixed about and clouded in Avery’s mind. She wasn’t Cersei. She was Avery. And this was her child. But there was still a part of her that was afraid. Because there were times when she was Cersei. And what did that mean for this child? For her? For her family. Suddenly overcome with nausea again, Avery bolted from her desk toward the bathroom. |