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only if you want and have time ofc! Wanted to leave your aw in case <3

It was still too early with no pregnancy signs appearing, though she'd told @Erzulie of her own tryst with Firefly.  Her feelings about it were inscrutible - now that the season had faded, she'd experienced a full range from gentle excitement to hesitant regret.  The former was winning today as she roamed the forest in search of food.

She'd noticed Erzulie's withdrawal and tried not to press her, though she was sure to return and make herself readily available.  She didn't mind the space - it left her some of her own, after all, and she'd never been too against her own company.  It didn't feel like a space to worry about, not yet... but a healthy one.  Her wife's status was displaying itself a bit more clearly than her own seemed to want to.

She managed to successfully wrangle a bird, one of the large coastal variety, and wondered if the lighter fare would tempt her.  It was worth taking back at least.  With that goal in mind she turned her path back to the shore, where she could place it near where they usually slept, at the ready for whoever might want it.
!! <3 always

rather bolstered by caiaphas' herbs, and with a renewed spirit, erzulie headed along the shoreline, searching for her wife. she had been withdrawn too long, and though it had been scarcely a handful of days, such things were foreign to her now. to be alongside rosalyn was to know joy each hour, and it was not something the harlot was willing to sacrifice.
the movements of a dark figure ahead caught her eye, and a low purl thrummed in erzulie's throat as she drew closer. "rosalyn," she called, "rosalyn. i am sorry." for what? for being away? the pirate would understand, but perhaps that was the difficulty in it, for she wished very much to apologize.
Ah! There she was.  The pirate made an easy pace towards the other woman, dropping what she carried as they met and just as Erzulie apologized.

What was she sorry for? Did something happen? She asked, glancing her over and smiling despite the slight concern she felt.  Luckily Erzulie looked fine - better than ever, actually, it was gratifying to see.  Her wife had been showing a glimpse of what was to come her way soon if she was so 'blessed', and she was looking towards it with the trepidation one might give a wounded shark beached on the shore.  Worth it no doubt, but it might take a piece of her before it was over.

You're feeling better though, she added, curious despite the fact that it was a statement.  She really should have paid more attention when the woman back then had actually been taken with child, but their emotional and physical state had always made her do the opposite and avoid them like the plague.  As a result she had zero experience with the beauty of oncoming motherhood, or what to expect as the time went on.
"no," erzulie confirmed, sighing somewhat. "i am sorry for being away." but once more, rosalyn would never hold such things against her. "i am. i needed time to t'ink, t'ink about all of dis," the harlot revealed, moving slowly down the beach in hopes the pirate would join her stride.
"and you, love? how are you feeling?" their seasons had come upon them almost at the same time, and it would seem firefly had been present for both of their needs. it pleased erzulie to know that any children born between she and her wife would share blood, but neither of them were truly maternal at heart.
"what an undertaking dis is," she murmured lightly, nudging beneath rosalyn's chin on a whim.
Rosalyn didn't answer as Erzulie revealed the reason for her apology, and instead just ran her nose lovingly over her neck before joining her stride.  It wasn't odd to her that Erzulie would need time alone to think, though it would be a lie to say she hadn't missed her.

No different, so far, she said, glancing down. She wasn't sure if she should feel relieved or disappointed about that - perhaps a mix of both.  I'm still not sure what to make of it.  But I think in a good way.  She was nervous but she knew they could handle it. They'd faced down too many challenges together to fail in motherhood, no matter how ill suited both of them might feel towards it.
reaching out, she nuzzled along her wife's jawline, comforted both by rosalyn's nearness and her own ability to soothe the other woman. she was normally affectionate with the pirate, but these days, erzulie felt softer, more in need of a loving, validating touch. and who better to provide it than rosalyn?
fondly, she listened, thinking of the time that would soon come to pass, that they would bring forth children. and a fear gripped her, that they would lose some children, that others would be born deformed. that she somehow would fail at the basic duties of motherhood. a low sigh escaped her throat; erzulie swallowed. "have you been sick?"
Almost idly, after Erzulie returned her touch, Rosalyn began to groom her coat, smoothing and straightening the harlot's lovely caramel strands.  It calmed her, doing this, and it satisfied her own need as well.  

As she did, she thought on her answer.  Not yet. She murmured, and again she felt that strange mix of disappointment and relief.  I wonder if it did not take.  Maybe she'd waited too long, and her body wasn't suited any longer.  She'd lived a long life and hadn't treated it easily.  Is yours still bad?
"sometimes bad, but i know de sickness will pass. caiaphas gave me herbs for it." new plants to add to her inner lexicon, she supposed, albeit reluctantly. for what was she to do with the tools of a midwife? still, it hurt nothing to be more informed. "i can bring some to you," the chai-tea woman purled, eyes-half closed against rosalyn's grooming. "an' we will not know for another fortnight if it took, i t'ink."
"drageda has been silent," erzulie commented at length, unable to help herself. the murderous dogs upon the cliff remained a source of ire and irritation to her; some nights she lay awake, dwelling upon the faces she had committed to memory, willing their utter destruction at the pleasure of the loa.
Another thing to thank Caiaphas for, though this one only silently.  Since when did she know of herbs?  Rosalyn wouldn't have pegged her for the type, but she committed the information to mind.

I suppose so, she agreed, still thoughtful on it.  She still did not know which way she hoped.  A large disappointment lurked behind the thought that it hadn't, but a large and anxious foreboding awaited news that it had.  

The mention of Drageda was an effective context switch, but not necessarily a welcome one.  Rosalyn paused briefly in her grooming, but then resumed.

They have.  Here's hoping they have the brains to stay that way.  This wasn't a subject she broached often, and it would have been impossible to completely hide her reluctance to speak about it.  Her answer was joking and true, but also skirted the issue.
lettuce fade w ur next post since i started us a new one <3

skirting or otherwise, rosalyn answered in her own brusque way, and erzulie was pleased. they had such great stresses in their lives these days, with or without drageda, and suddenly she was very tired of it. "come wid me," she murmured, kissing her wife's cheek softly. "i put away some delicacies; fruit of de sea. we shall feast." 
it was good to be here, she decided, good to be loved, to be cherished. and good to love in return, erzulie added to herself, gazing contentedly at her mate as she made to take them both to a place they could laugh as one for a short while.
Luckily, she didn't pry.  In future days, Rosalyn would come to rue failing to discuss more, because there were things perhaps that would go awry as a result.  Currently, all was well between the two of them, and it was better to share in light company than to dwell on the cliffs.

She followed gladly, enjoying the feel of Erzulie's flank on her own as they brushed against one another during the walk.  It seemed like she always missed their closeness, no matter how short a time it was gone.  It was good to be together now.