Post by Delilah A. Black on Jan 17, 2013 17:29:06 GMT -8
He...TOLD her? Delilah found it hard to believe that Bastille would let anyone tell her what to do. But that sounded exactly like something Mathew would do. But still, the fact that he wanted to marry her before he knew about her being pregnant spoke of his earnestness on the matter.
The mechanic tilted her head to the side and smiled at Bastille. "Maybe you're over thinking it. I don't know Mathew like you do, but if there's anyone that's good for keeping his word--and marriage is a promise-- it's him." Noticing Bastille's attention elsewhere, she followed it down to her son, who was currently playing with a pair of screws he pulled out of his mother's tool-belt.
"--no, Mr. Zibbersworth, the quarry will surely collapse if we use that many explosives!
"But my dear Jane, how ever will we free the Dinotrons from the stasis crystals without them? There simply isn't any other way and we are running out of time..."
The young boy looked up as he realized he was being watched by both his mother and the lady he was talking to. Splotches of red appeared on his cheekbones and he smiled tentatively up at them. The white hair was a stark contrast from his mothers ebony locks, though his unclouded eye showed the only physical trait he inherited from her; her startling blue eyes. The other eye was solid black, as though a piece of obsidian had been inserted into the socket.
"Bastille, this is my son, Oliver Pott. Oliver, say hello. Eigo, kudasai." <In English, please.>
He blinked up at his mother and then back at Bastille. He was still uncertain, but he had Mama's permission, so she must be okay. Besides, she kinda looked like him, with the weird eyes and the hair. She was beautiful in a terrifying sort of way. He stretched out his small hand towards Bastille for a shake. "Nice to meet you, Miss Bastille. I'm Oliver."
The mechanic tilted her head to the side and smiled at Bastille. "Maybe you're over thinking it. I don't know Mathew like you do, but if there's anyone that's good for keeping his word--and marriage is a promise-- it's him." Noticing Bastille's attention elsewhere, she followed it down to her son, who was currently playing with a pair of screws he pulled out of his mother's tool-belt.
"--no, Mr. Zibbersworth, the quarry will surely collapse if we use that many explosives!
"But my dear Jane, how ever will we free the Dinotrons from the stasis crystals without them? There simply isn't any other way and we are running out of time..."
The young boy looked up as he realized he was being watched by both his mother and the lady he was talking to. Splotches of red appeared on his cheekbones and he smiled tentatively up at them. The white hair was a stark contrast from his mothers ebony locks, though his unclouded eye showed the only physical trait he inherited from her; her startling blue eyes. The other eye was solid black, as though a piece of obsidian had been inserted into the socket.
"Bastille, this is my son, Oliver Pott. Oliver, say hello. Eigo, kudasai." <In English, please.>
He blinked up at his mother and then back at Bastille. He was still uncertain, but he had Mama's permission, so she must be okay. Besides, she kinda looked like him, with the weird eyes and the hair. She was beautiful in a terrifying sort of way. He stretched out his small hand towards Bastille for a shake. "Nice to meet you, Miss Bastille. I'm Oliver."
