The silicon chip inside her head got switched to overload
Nobody’s going to go to school today, she’s going to make them stay at home
Her daddy doesn’t understand it, he always said she was good as gold
Why doesn't anyone tell you that birth is such a bloody, awful, terrible thing? Well, some do, like Poppy. But when other people, like Juniper, her mother, have had more than 8 children, it makes you reassess the words of someone who goes around swinging from trees when they have the chance. Gawain's birth had been... violent to say the least. It had involved a large amount of swearing and some hissing, which can only be assumed was more swearing in feline tongue. Arthur, wisely, had stayed away through the process while Nimueh had helped her give birth. By helped, I mean, stood there, tried to calm her down, and caught the baby. They had then been left alone for a few hours to bond and to let Lilith rest.
Once she was awake, Seth had gone and fetched Arthur, muttering about being used as a messenger boy, despite being able to feel Lilith's pain and not really wanting her to move. When they reached the room, Lilith was lying on the bed, covered by soft cloths. Her eyes were closed and she held a small bundle to her chest, one breast out as Nimueh had instructed, and the tiny creature inside the bundle latched on happily. She opened her emerald cat eyes when she heard Seth and Arthur enter the room and smiled softly. She looked exhausted, and quite right too, but despite this, she seemed less miserable than she had only hours before the child had decided to come out.
“Arthur...” She said softly, as the child pulled away and she covered herself back up. “Come and meet your son.” She shifted the baby in her arms so that he was visible to his father. He was small, very small, and rather pink still, with a tuft of black hair on top of his head. The most startling thing about him, though, was the eyes. They were Lilith's eyes, only a shade of mystical purple. He yawned loudly then gurgled, reaching out of the blanket to try and take hold of his father. His tiny, chubby little hands were smaller than half of Arthur's little finger, which only made him all the more precious.
Lilith & Seth
Night Seer and Conqueror of Darkness
What reason do you need to die?
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