@wxtchcrownedâ sent: ( BC YOU ASKED) "Ozpin? I ... think I might be pregnant."
(I did ask but Iâm telling yâall i ainât ready for this)
There was really no beating around the bush when Glynda was involved, and Ozpin was often grateful for it, as it allowed him to focus on the issue straight away, instead of wondering what the issue might even be.
This was most definitely one of those times. She didnât say they needed to talk and then leave the gears in his head to turn and turn, conjuring up all of these different scenarios - no, she went straight to the point.
The thought that this might be some sort of prank never crossed his mind, as he knew Glynda would never treat such an important matter in this trivial manner, when she was perfectly aware of the weight of it in a situation like theirs.
Were he not who he was - what he was - this would only be exciting to hear. It was exciting, yes, he would be lying if he said otherwise. When they were younger, and he hadnât had this burden given to him yet, Ozpin thought theyâd have a life akin to some of the most wonderful tales theyâd find on the books. The two of them, fighting the Grimm, returning home to their children.
But he was an ancient warrior, one who had been tasked with a difficult mission, and doomed to suffer as each time, with each life he lived, a woman heâd once loved so dearly destroyed all he held dear.
And so this wasnât only exciting. It was also, and firstly, terrifying. It made his blood boil, only to run cold as ice in the next moment. Made the man forget to breathe until he felt his lungs burning.
Asking how this could have happened would be incredibly stupid - he knew perfectly well how these things happened. How he could allow this to happen was a much better one, because it was his burden that made this possibility such an enormous problem.
He found himself at a loss for words, for now, at least. His brown eyes held many emotions as he glanced at her, but the clearer one, he was sure, had to be fear. His head fell into his hand, fingers burying themselves into his hair. He extended his other hand to her, hoping she would take it, and took to focusing on breathing, until he could sort out his thoughts.
