[AW] as ghouls along the shore

[Florentine]

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Sweat gleams upon her skin. Never has she been so hot, never so terribly uncomfortable. The sand shifts beneath her feet as she wades down to the water’s edge. Beneath the sun it shines sleek and slick as silk. It moves like cloth rippling in the breeze – it does not move as the sea should. Slowly Florentine peers down into the waters, to see if her reflection gleams back. It does, strangely so. Were she any other creature, her blood would sing to run, her limbs grow tense with anxiety. But Florentine was forged of strange magic, she grew up in a world stranger than Novus and this, oh this sang of home.
 
Slowly she moves, straining to view herself from different angles. She strains to see her abdomen, that pregnant swell that just grew and grew and grew. It still grows… Gosh you are big! Baby just wants extra padding! Tidbits of passing comments drift through her mind. She is big, no, she is huge. How much space did a child need – really? And when would it deem it had baked enough?
 
With a huff the gilded girl draws back from the strange water, leaving her reflection behind. She moves, the swell of her stomach rocking gently. Always fae, always graceful, Florentine now moves slowly, disjointedly. Her wings fold against her sides, making her stomach seem even larger. There is no smile upon her lips, no delight for this strange island and the magic that would normally fill her with such joy. No, she is restless, uncomfortable and ready to stop being pregnant.
 
A girl, silver- sleek, steps back from the water’s edge. Something dark twists and swirls behind her eyes, it slips like poison into her nerves and the girl moves, dogged, stalked, electric. Aware of the changing waters, at home with such a fickle land but, above all, fed up with being pregnant, Florentine drifts, no, waddles towards the shying girl. The dusk girl draws level with her, casting an amethyst eye enviously over her slim, cool, figure. A hot, flustered huff escapes the girl’s gilded lips, “Any tips for how to get a baby out?”

@Locust

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