CLOSED: When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel, Anders, Cyril, and Merrick
WHAT: Really frigging long labor and fairly short confinement.
WHEN: Forward-dated to Bloomingtide 18-24
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: CW for giving birth. TW for blood. Both will be marked on the relevant threads.

You will come of age with our young nation
We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you
If we lay a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you
And you’ll blow us all away

Comments

[samahl]

Cyril takes Pel's hand the minute that Anders suggests it. "Squeeze as hard as you need, lethallan. I can take it."

They are Dalish, after all. Enduring is part of their culture, and even if all three of them had been rejected from their Clan and family, they still had some aspects drilled into them.

[mythalenaste]

Her eyes were up at the sky when she lay at the mercy of the needle. It came so close to her eyes, and the closer it got, the more painful it was. The tap of the rod against the needle became as ceaseless and senseless as the storm of warm pain. She did not know if it was sweat or blood trickling down her temple. But she would not flinch. She would not cry out. Every part of her conscious aimed at that pain, a shove of defiance, an internal scream. If she could feel every corner of the pain, if she could know it utterly, she would not be afraid of it.

Then the tattooer started on the bridge of her nose, needle against bone, and she realized it had been foolish to believe she could know the borders of pain.

Pel figured contractions would be like monthly cramps, except many times worse. That was foolish. It's not just her womb that is giving birth to this baby, it's her entire body, so her entire body feels it. And the worst is yet to come. There is no finding the edge of this pain and using it for strength. All bets are off, and this is territory she never imagined.

She tries to relax, tries to let her hand lie loose in Cyril's. That doesn't help. It makes her feel more adrift. So her grip quickly goes from limp to crushing. It's the breathing that helps, the rhythm echoing in her ears as Merrick voices it.

In...and out. In...and out.

It's going to be a long night.