Mia Alexandrakis ʚɞ Polyxena (polyxene) wrote in mythologs, @ 2012-07-15 07:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !zurvan, polyxena, troilus |
[closed/complete]
Characters: Polyxena (polyxene) & Troilus (apromisedglory)
Date/Time: June 13th
Location: Iriy, their home
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: ALL THE HAPPY.
Summary: Polyxena has good news to give her husband, he's going to be a father. \o/
He did get him under half an hour, knowing that he would have to get up in the morning a little earlier to finish what he put aside tonight. But it was worth it and he wouldn't tell Polyxena more than she needed to know. All she had to know was that he was there and he wanted to do.
Shoes removed at the door along and his light coat slipped off, he moved to where he thought she might be: the bedroom. His tie was loosened already and his cuffs were being handled as he made his way there. If she wasn't there, he could at least put away a few things and wash up.
She had been in the bedroom for a while, but then felt the vague discomfort she had been feeling for days- weeks now, and instead was sat in the kitchen with a cup of herbal tea. For a while she had tried not to think about it, and for another she had been in denial. It wasn't that she didn't want a child, of course she did, and she was sure her husband would want children too.
Perhaps it was too soon. Perhaps it was that uncomfortable, nagging feeling that something was in the air. Something tense and dangerous, like the smallest spark could ignite a fire that would not be contained.
Either way, she liked the kitchen, the tea was warm and she had a shawl around her shoulders keeping her comfortably warm.
When he was through with both bedroom and bathroom, having changed into something more comfortable around the home, he found his wife and greeted her with a kiss to the top of her head. What he said next was debatably sweet or weird.
"You remind me of my grandmother in that shawl," he noted with fondness in his voice.
His comment had Polyxena chuckling a little, giving him a warm look, "That could be taken in a very, very wrong way." She teased, putting down the cup of tea on the table, "Would you like some tea? I haven't started dinner yet, normally I do it much later but.." she trailed off and cleared her throat. "Thank you for coming earlier, I know you have your work to do and..." Again she trailed off, a sign that she was nervous, not sure on what topic to settle on.
"Well, thank you." She hadn't even asked him about his day, usually one of the first things she would say before kissing him back.
If he noticed anything off in their routine, he didn't say anything, seemingly focused on all the good there was in that moment.
"What, that I have a fondness for little old ladies?" He chuckled as he took a seat, keen on being served that tea. "And don't worry about it. I told you it was fine, didn't I? Tea would be fine. Any biscuits we have would be nice, too."
"That you think of me as a little old lady." Polyxena replied without missing a beat, smiling widely. Then, in these moments she was reminded why she'd married him, it was that warm fuzzy feeling that wrapped around her insides. It was comfortable and familiar and safe.
Without a second thought she was up from her chair, putting out a second cup and then moving to rummage in the cupboards for some biscuits and a plate to put them in. It didn't take long for her to set the promised snack out, along with a warm cup of tea.
"It still makes me very happy that you did."
"Little old ladies are women to be envied. They have lived full lives and can now sit around criticizing everyone else without being censored." Little old men, however, never escaped being under the thumb of their aged womenfolk. Alas.
A biscuit was bitten into first before dipped into his tea, uncaring if it added crumbs into the mix. Not that her tea was not flavourful but he didn't mind the added soggy bits floating around at the top. "Then your happiness is my reward, wife."
"Even so, I don't know if I want to be thought of as an old lady just yet." She sat back down, and leaned back watching him silently for a few moments. Maybe it was still the glow of being newly wed, but it was perfect, this moment. Just a simple life, happy, with nothing lacking.
Polyxena shifted and reached out for his free hand, wanting to wrap her fingers around his own and just cling. "You're easy to please then, you make me happy all the time."
She was such an affectionate creature lately. He wondered if it was the marriage, though he never before found her lacking in warmth. Still, it was something to admire and enjoy. Allowing her his hand to squeeze and clutch as she liked, he finished his tea-moistened biscuit.
"Then you are as easy to please as I am, apparently. But, I'm curious, what is it that you wanted? You asked if I were busy so it must be something, hm?"
It was the marriage probably, but it was also the fact that in another world, they were siblings and she adored her brother. He hung the moon, and she'd been heartbroken at his death. Affection like this came so easy right now, it was just right. "We're a perfect match then."
His question brought her back on topic, and her grip tightened, "I- well, yes - I mean, it's not that anything is wrong and I'm sure you wouldn't be disappointed but - well, I..." Words seemed to be lacking, and Polyxena was not usually one to fumble for words.
"Perhaps the best way to say this is... you're going to be a father." Polyxena let out a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding and scrutinized his expression, trying to be sure that she hadn't been mistaken that he would be pleased at this development. Soon as it could be considered to be.
He listened to her fumble her way to what had to be said, his curiosity growing and growing until the revelation was a needle that pricked it. There was even something like a 'pop' sound in his own head and he stared at his wife with a strange calm.
Then it sank in entirely and Troilus smiled broadly, even before the panic set in about how busy things were and that he wasn't even sure why or what was going on. That who knew if now was the right time for children at all. On his feet almost immediately, he was leaning over her, cupping her face in his hands with his lips against hers. And when the kiss broke, he breathlessly exclaimed, "I wish you had demanded me home sooner!"
Oh good. Polyxena was happy with his response, and it was infections, his excitement sparked her own once more and she kissed him back eagerly. "Well, I didn't want to alarm you, as it wasn't bad news." She truly didn't want to upset his day or anything, it wasn't like she would be unpregnant if he was an hour later or not, but still. She lifted her face a little to kiss him lightly a few times.
"I only really realized this morning but you were already at work." Despite signs before, she had to be sure, and now she was. She'd spent most of the day fretting over things before making that entry.
Fingers finding their way to slid beneath her elbows, he pulled her up to his feet with ease. "Does your mother know? The rest of the family? Whether they do or don't, I don't care. We need to go see them right now and celebrate. Your sister, she's going to be elated over this." And his brothers, he'd have to contact his brothers and Euterpe as well (War was least likely to care, he knew that).
"I told my mother earlier - but I wanted you to know before the rest of the family. I was going to go by tomorrow and tell them in person, and- your brothers..." She trailed off thinking what was the best way of letting them know since they were not close by. "We can go by now and tell them if you'd like." What she really wanted was to tell him first, that was all.
Once on her feet she clung to him. By nature she wasn't an unhappy person, simple things were enough to brighten her day, and yet this? This was something else, a future, hope, something that was him and hers - more than just a vow.
She was cradled near, his fingers in her hair, cheek against the top of her head. There was time later for his personal worries but she only needed to see the good things right. To worry as little as possible, especially with a child on the way.
As for contacting, the journals would have to do with those not nearby at the time. It was convenient in that way. "We'll go now. Go put on something lovely, I want to take you out somewhere before we head over there." Somewhere he could buy her something to mark this moment.