Quit Early or Take the Full Run?

[Matreya]

Fos sat in his large kingly bed, no not king sized, rather a Kingly bed. It was almost the whole length of his room, triple and more than those of the best sizes. With the sheets draped across his lap, he rested one arm across his bent knee, while the other played wirh the fabric draped there. Currently his mind though was elsewhere.

He sought out his wife and children. Damien had a dream that his wife would be pregnant soon, with a son to far surpass the strength held by his brother, that Ava might be in trouble, for he saw her older than she is. Adriel simply because she was around her grandfather all the time now, and he was interested in what happened between them.

He was focused however on learning what was real for the other two. His wife pregnant? That means she and he would at least momentarily return to the closeness they once possessed. His daughter older? There were some anomalies that could cause this so it was possible.

But as of yet he held no connection to Den, Ava seemed just out of reach though. Maybe one would lead to the other, he couldn't be sure.

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

It wasn't often that Deneve was up thinking about others. On the rare occasion she would find herself awake and wandering around aimlessly, on this evening she would find herself inbound towards her husband's home. It wasn't often she missed people, when she did she would do the natural thing and reach out to them.


Before long she would find herself arriving at his home, a tired sigh leaving her lips. A simple touch of the force brought forth a message.
"Darling are you home?"Deneve would question softly, her brow lifting slightly as she would lean back and rest her head against the back of her seat.

Closing her eyes, she would take comfort in the calm stillness of everything around her , a weary sigh leaving her lips.


[member="Fos Misao"]

 

[Matreya]

Reclining back against the pillows, the sheet dipped a bit lower revealing more of Fos' abdomen. Nude in every way save the sheet, when his wife contacted him - showing she was closer than he believed - he could not jump to go to her. Thinking about what to do, Fos yawned himself, he had yet to sleep in a over a day now.

"Yes, love, I am home. I am in my chambers. Would you like instant transport or too walk it?" Fos asked, offering to teleport her if she wanted. She could leave her ship in orbit with little worry if she wished.

"Damien, should we leave?" Asked a spirit bound to Fos, "We do not wish to see these interaction. You two always fight."

"Very well, but I'll pull if I need you." Fos said, fighting a grin at the uncomfortable feelings the Spirits held.

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

"Instant please. I need to talk to you.." Came the soft reply shortly after. Reaching up, she would drag a hand rough her hair, a habit she tended to do when slightly stressed. Chewing upon her lip, she would search around before pulling out a flask she kept at her side of whiskey. A deep swig was taken before she set the flask back down and then closed her eyes once more, it was obvious work may have been getting to her slightly, yet would she admit it?No. She had a few things she wished to discuss with her husband so here she was.

[member="Fos Misao"]

 

[Matreya]

In the blink of an eye Deneve would find herself opposite him, at the end of his bed. Sitting back up a bit more, he smiled at the woman that mothered his children and made him happy when she wished. She looked exhausted, as he felt, without saying a word he pulled the sheets next to him up. She was welcome to come lay with him, it was obvious.

"How are you doing, love?" He asked, smiling a bit wider, "You look... amazing."

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

"Remind me to never agree to that again..."

Came the soft whisper before she rubbed at her eyes and frowned slightly, it was apparent something was bothering her yet it would take some time for her to voice what was on her mind. Moving forward, she would come to sit down next to him only to reach out and wrap her arms around him before angling her body so that she could press her face to his chest.

"I am sorry for being a horrible wife.."

She would mutter softly against his chest, her head lifting so that she might place a light kiss upon his cheek, her lips lingering for a few moments before she pulled away.

"I look like death.. But thank you for the compliment. You look.. Well."

[member="Fos Misao"]

 

[Matreya]

"I have lost 13 pounds in a matter of a week and two days. Trust me, I look like death." Fos said, kissing her brow, "Adriel is running my reserves constantly. Every day she is being popped back here, then somewhere else, then back, so on. Its nuts." Tilting her face upward, he gaze down into her eyes for a moment, "You are not a horrible wife. Your crazy, that's true, but then so am I, so we can ignore that."

"Don't worry about the Folding Space, Addy has even gotten used to it. Just takes some time." He chuckled. As he spoke Fos felt his mind gently drift back to his dream, examining in his minds eye her swollen belly. At that he realized that he had been gently stroking her stomach in the real world, which made him jerk it back with a sheepish smile.

He hoped she hadn't sensed the image. It could alter the future if it had been a real vision.

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

"You are aware Addy has a place to stay in my home correct?You needn't continue to run yourself dry. Furthermore. I want Ava to come stay with you for a while.. She's been acting strange lately. I don't think she's safe with me currently. Not with all the crap going on.." A hand rose to caress his cheek lightly, her fingers dancing across his flesh lightly.

"You can say no darling. You don't always have to give our daughter what she wants. Have her spend some time with those of the Verd clan. "


As she spoke, she would arch her brow at his sheepish look an intent gaze piercing him through. " Why are you acting strange ?"

[member="Fos Misao"]

 

[Matreya]

"She has been told those are the facts. She wants to learn what she wants, and I guess what she wants is my craft knowledge. I won't teach her alch and I think that's why she stays. To get it." Fos smiled at the touch, "Ava is definitely more than able to come stay here. Since our days in the Empire I have gone into seclusion, so she would have a permanent watcher." When she spoke of his actions, he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck, "I don't know... I guess cause I had a vision of you getting pregnant. We haven't been intimate in a long time, let alone close enough to, and... well here you are." He chuckled, "I guess its making me sheepish and thoughtful."

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

She pursed her lips at his words about their daughters. It was only when Deneve heard his next set of words that she would chuckled softly, positioning herself so that she could curl into his side comfortably. No use being uncomfortable next to the one she held dear to her heart. Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, she would begin speaking softly, a teasing tone lacing her words.

"Because that's just what we need another child to make our hair turn gray or run is dry.. I'll make sure to break away from my schedule to come see you more darling.."

She would add as an afterthought.

[member="Fos Misao"]

 

[Matreya]

Deneve always managed to make him feel foolish, yet so happy, angry yet loving. Just as now, she made him smile sheepishly, "Maybe we could have another. Hell one of ours is over 200. That's a major gap from 6." He chuckled then and held her tightly, "Its fine either way. I still think the Force brought us together, so maybe the Force wants you to have another. Hell, maybe it will fill you with.." He paused, then winked as he said, "needs that had to be met tonight. Boom. Force gets what it wants."

"Either way, maybe we should get some rest and do something later. Go out to eat, find your father and talk to him, see his opinion of Adriel, face some inevitable galaxy crumbling threats. Who knows." Fos said with a grin.

[member="Deneve Verd"]