Flying High

“Second most awesome. First is me since I’m the one actually carrying the child,” Megan points out as she puts something in the fridge. The green skinned harpy stands up only to have her head spin. An affect that twists her stomach. Okay maybe she is pushing this ‘feeling better’ thing a bit too far right now. Their kid apparently doesn’t like her moving around too much. The kid isn’t even born yet and it is running her life. She hears Nyph speak up. “Alright. Don’t worry, I’ll… or I guess I should say we’ll be fine. And if coffee is not okay, a breakfast smoothie would be okay. The kid seems to like fruit after all,” Megan says before wincing at her twisting stomach. She needs to sit down. Now. “I’ll see you tomorrow Nyph,” she adds before starting to make her way to the living room. Another twist in her stomach has her going to the bathroom instead. It wasn’t exactly the good bye she wanted to do but she didn’t have another choice. Not unless he wanted to see her gag.

His expression softened when that wince came across her features. Surely the kid wasn’t developed enough yet to kick her, but her body would be preparing for everything to come. Moving organs to make room for a yolk and egg shell. 

“Alright... Goodnight,” he called after her as she shuffled on down the hall. He let himself out, flicking the lock on the door before it closed behind him. 

That night, sleep didn’t come easy. There were too many thoughts in his head. A child. With Megan. He was going to be a father with someone... someone that he barely knew. Really, they didn’t know each other well at all. But here they were, about to be parents. That was the next twenty or so years together! 

Come late morning, he came around her house with a coffee in one hand and a berry smoothie in the other. His talon came forward and rapped on the bottom of the door. 

muse is babysitting when shit hits the fan and they get stuck caring for a baby/toddler and desperately trying to find the parents.

oldies but goodies - 

traveling across the country to find their family

traveling across the country to find their wife/husband

traveling across the country to find their best friend

traveling across the country to get to their home

their parents spent their whole life preparing for end-of-the-world scenarios and now they’re dead and muse is stuck at the ‘safe house’ alone AND OH HEY YOU’RE ALIVE PLEASE COME IN LETS BE FRIENDS I’M SO LONELY

our muses are living in a mall and trying to keep it safe - could’ve been together before the shitstorm / could have ben friends / could have met right after it started

muse has braces and just ARE YOU A DENTIST AND CAN YOU TAKE THESE SHITS OFF

muse is pregnant and basically hunting for prenatal vitamins and maternity clothes 

He felt ever so slightly more at ease as the door closed behind them. He felt a lot less vulnerable in here and though that feeling would probably be short lived, considering that he would have to explain himself soon, he appreciated it now.

Hafi bit his bottom lip when Nyph spoke. He could just hear the guilt dripping from his words, guilt that was perfectly unnecessary considering that Nyph didn’t know. He never told him, there was no way to prevent what happened. He said he didn’t want to hurt him and he didn’t! It was all his own fault for not wanting to admit how messed up and twisted his mind got.

“I-I know. I know I can I just… I’m sorry. I-I thought that if you knew that I- that I was still so…” he couldn’t think of a word so he shrugged. “I was just… scared, I guess. And I’m sorry, it wasn’t your fault, I should have told you before. I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath, wanting to steady his voice. He had apologized enough, now he should be explaining. Right.

“Can we uh- can we sit down? Please? On the bed or something?”

“Yeah... ‘course.” 

Nyph walked Hafi to the bed and sat down on its side at an angle that he could be facing Hafi while they spoke. Wings had to extend back to accommodate the new space. A soft tug on Hafi’s hand encouraged him to sit with him.

All these apologies were worrying him. Sure, he’d be apologizing too, he couldn’t really blame him, but... it didn’t seem right, to have guilt piled atop the mess that was Hafi’s situation already. But something else was weighing on him. I thought that if you knew that I was so... What was he going to say? How did he think Nyph would react? He needed to put that to rest, before Hafi said anything more.