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[Aug 30] [Original] Mercenary Midwife
Title: Mercenary Midwife
Day/Theme: Aug. 30: "How strange that we, perambulating dust, should be the vessels of eternal fire."
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Andraya, Ky
Rating: PG-13
Note: Erm, yeah. The title was just something that struck me as amusing, even if this little drabble isn't. Please comment or tell me what you think, what to improve on, etc.
There was an eery silence, then the ship jerked to the side, knocking those on their feet to the floor. Andraya clung to the back of the pilot’s chair, mindful of the ripping pains in her abdomen. There was a fierce shudder; she could hear the shouts of her crew as they scrambled to get control of the ship. Another pang tore through her belly, threatening to tear her apart. She slid down til she was seated, clutching at the wall behind her for balance as again the ship pitched about.
“Callisto! Fire, now!” she shouted.
“Trying!” A voice answered from somewhere else on the ship. “If I could stand in one place for one i’ran moment!”
“And I could do it if I weren’t about to give birth on the floor! Get this ship in the battle now!”
The pain passed, and she could release the tension built up in her jaw. Until the next one.
A blast rocked her forward. She slammed the back of her head into the wall in the aftershocks and swore. Perfect timing. She could almost smell the irony, the Goddess’ laughter echoing in her ears. Life, she thought bitterly, was not fair.
“Myles!” she called out as the pain swept through her again. Each wave grew stronger as they pounded into her, each seemingly unbearable until the next only increased her pain. Torture she’d known, wounds and pains she’d endured beyond measure and not one touched upon this. For a brief moment, she wondered if followers of the Great God had it right after all. What Goddess would place this pain on Their daughters?
The pain bloomed anew. “Myles!”
“You’ll have to settle for me, capt’n. Myles is occupied.” Kynyr knelt at her side, eyebrow raised at the sight of her pain.
“Why is he occupied? I’m giving birth, get him here now!”
“Eh, not possible, capt’n. I have this driving need to live through this day, and he’s seeing to it we do.” he shrugged, lips quirked. “Sorry. Now, lets have a looksie.”
Andraya curled her legs up to the swell of her belly. “I don’t think so, mercenary. My water’s not yet broke, there’s time aplenty for Myles to see to it.”
“Don’t worry your pale little head, I’ve done this before.” He reached an arm under her to help her to her feet.
She glanced at him as he lead her down the hallway toward her chamber and, mercifully, a bed. “Since when do mercenaries play midwife?”
He narrowed his eyes, halting in his steps. “You’re not supposed to ask me when. I just said that to reassure you.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head as another contraction hit. “D’ak!” As the curse passed her lips, water seeped between her legs, soaking the dense fabric of her pants.
Kynyr’s expression solidified as he swooped her up in his arms and took off down the hall. The door to her chamber slid open without effort; he twisted around to fit them both through the door with her in his arms. With a clean swipe of his boot, he knocked the pile of pillows and blankets to the floor, spreading her out on the bed in their place.
Kneeling on the floor by her side, his warm brown eyes met hers in a soft panic. Calmly, “What do I do?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know. I’ve never given birth before.”
His hands fluttered about the edge of the bed, smoothing the sheets. “I guess we just wing it then. Hope for the best.”
“Hope for nothing less than the best.” she whispered, tilting her head back. Her eyes trailed the ceiling. “How do women do this? I’ve never felt such pain.”
“I have no idea.”
To be continued. . .
Day/Theme: Aug. 30: "How strange that we, perambulating dust, should be the vessels of eternal fire."
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Andraya, Ky
Rating: PG-13
Note: Erm, yeah. The title was just something that struck me as amusing, even if this little drabble isn't. Please comment or tell me what you think, what to improve on, etc.
There was an eery silence, then the ship jerked to the side, knocking those on their feet to the floor. Andraya clung to the back of the pilot’s chair, mindful of the ripping pains in her abdomen. There was a fierce shudder; she could hear the shouts of her crew as they scrambled to get control of the ship. Another pang tore through her belly, threatening to tear her apart. She slid down til she was seated, clutching at the wall behind her for balance as again the ship pitched about.
“Callisto! Fire, now!” she shouted.
“Trying!” A voice answered from somewhere else on the ship. “If I could stand in one place for one i’ran moment!”
“And I could do it if I weren’t about to give birth on the floor! Get this ship in the battle now!”
The pain passed, and she could release the tension built up in her jaw. Until the next one.
A blast rocked her forward. She slammed the back of her head into the wall in the aftershocks and swore. Perfect timing. She could almost smell the irony, the Goddess’ laughter echoing in her ears. Life, she thought bitterly, was not fair.
“Myles!” she called out as the pain swept through her again. Each wave grew stronger as they pounded into her, each seemingly unbearable until the next only increased her pain. Torture she’d known, wounds and pains she’d endured beyond measure and not one touched upon this. For a brief moment, she wondered if followers of the Great God had it right after all. What Goddess would place this pain on Their daughters?
The pain bloomed anew. “Myles!”
“You’ll have to settle for me, capt’n. Myles is occupied.” Kynyr knelt at her side, eyebrow raised at the sight of her pain.
“Why is he occupied? I’m giving birth, get him here now!”
“Eh, not possible, capt’n. I have this driving need to live through this day, and he’s seeing to it we do.” he shrugged, lips quirked. “Sorry. Now, lets have a looksie.”
Andraya curled her legs up to the swell of her belly. “I don’t think so, mercenary. My water’s not yet broke, there’s time aplenty for Myles to see to it.”
“Don’t worry your pale little head, I’ve done this before.” He reached an arm under her to help her to her feet.
She glanced at him as he lead her down the hallway toward her chamber and, mercifully, a bed. “Since when do mercenaries play midwife?”
He narrowed his eyes, halting in his steps. “You’re not supposed to ask me when. I just said that to reassure you.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head as another contraction hit. “D’ak!” As the curse passed her lips, water seeped between her legs, soaking the dense fabric of her pants.
Kynyr’s expression solidified as he swooped her up in his arms and took off down the hall. The door to her chamber slid open without effort; he twisted around to fit them both through the door with her in his arms. With a clean swipe of his boot, he knocked the pile of pillows and blankets to the floor, spreading her out on the bed in their place.
Kneeling on the floor by her side, his warm brown eyes met hers in a soft panic. Calmly, “What do I do?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know. I’ve never given birth before.”
His hands fluttered about the edge of the bed, smoothing the sheets. “I guess we just wing it then. Hope for the best.”
“Hope for nothing less than the best.” she whispered, tilting her head back. Her eyes trailed the ceiling. “How do women do this? I’ve never felt such pain.”
“I have no idea.”
To be continued. . .