babies are cute- deal with it. [open]

[Bastille Amtrum]

[[ooc; seriously just a thread I made out of baby envy. buwhahahaha]]

Bastille had once again stolen her daughter from the home in a selfish act of neediness. AKA she was being a complete control freak about them. One vacation was enough away from them, and it had been the hardest thing she had possibly ever done. Ask her now if she'd take getting blown up or parting with them and she'd take the former. It'd been murder. Well...luckily she had a wonderful husband who was very good at distractions. BUT NOT TODAY- TODAY she would indulge in their adorable faces.


So there she sat, in a random park - much over grown with foliage and a blanket out. Both girls were laying lat on their stomachs as they worked to hold their head up. They were still infants, and still had difficulty but their eyes shinned brightly with the effort. Bastille on the other hand was sitting there, facing them as she lay down also- hiding her obnoxiously large grin behind her arms. It was embarrassing how much these girls made her smile. Her very own...they were her very own- all to herself. She was beside herself with her mini me's. Mathew was probably busy....but perhaps he'd get the letter she wrote detailing her were abouts....otherwise, it was her and two infants all alone in a park.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Bastille wasn't quite as alone as she thought!

And like a moth drawn inexorably to flame, so too was Kiyr drawn towards the infants (and their mother). It had been some time since she had any alone-time with the twins, though she had definitely visited in Bastille and Mathew's week-long absence. The night she babysat them before the wedding they had grabbed her heart and hadn't let go. If nothing else could be said...they were the reasons Kyrie could never betray the Dragons. And would never, more over, because they had given her something irreplaceable.

So the 'garden gnome', as Bastille 'fondly' referred to her as flit over on quiet feet, taking a quiet enjoyment - not just in the sunny and quiet day - in the sight of Bastille and the two girls. Her heart was long gone over them, and Kyrie literally had no strength to even twitch in resistance. Nor did she want to. She slowed a few feet away, not wanting to provoke any possible mommy instincts, and struggled with a smile, trying to keep it at bay.

It was hard.

"...may I sit with you three and play with your girls, Bastille..?"

Harder still was trying to keep the hopeful lilt from her voice with her question. Since their talk...Bastille knew - or at least had an inkling--a very good one - how much Kyrie felt for the two innocent babies.

. o O ( ...eeeeeeeKyrieissoexciteforbabytime. )

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille looked up and watched her the whole time in a rather awkward way. It was only when she spoke that Bastille smirked and shrugged.

"I could be selfish....but I suppose I owe you one after torturing you." She said and motioned for the girl to come over, picking up Aryanna who started whimpering- which only meant crying wouldn't be far after. She bounced the girl as she shifted to sit up and smiled at the infant in her arms.

"Nooooo....you are not allowed to cry....it's too beautiful for that. There we go. See, bouncing, cant cry while you're bouncing" Bastille muttered in a rather dry voice. Still learning to be a mom she was.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie only realized after Bastille invited her over that she had actually been holding her breath. She inhaled softly and moved to go take a seat, divesting herself of any weapons along the vest she wore. The blonde considered a moment and then wrapped the couple blades in shadow and deposited them into her own shadow to hold them there, away from any grasping, soft hands. She had never done it, so it was an interesting experience.

But if her attacker managed to store his dagger in shadow, she could manage the same. Besides, improvement needed to be consistent.

Kyrie gave a soft, tiny smile to Aryanna's twin and stretched a hand out to gently bump her finger against Evelyn's nose with a very soft coo.

"...hello, pretty little Evelyn. Have you been behaving or getting into such mischief since last we saw one another..~?"

She glanced towards Bastille, still remarkably awkward and largely uncomfortable. Especially with Bastille's tone; but the blonde mother's interactions with her daughter were still sweet. In time...Kiyr imagined she would soften up.

She turned her attention back to Eve and gently scooped her up, knowing she liked to be held, cradling the infant gently and with the utmost care. Kyrie moved her face closer to the baby's with a smile and - quite without thinking - blew a gentle raspberry against her cheek.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille watched the girl with the eyes of a hawk, the protective mother in her ever present. She had bore these girls from her body and had , before that, carried them with her for 8 months. She was NOT going to let them go so easily. But, some how, Bastille found them oddly comforting her in Kyries favor. Seemed this girl had fallen for her daughters. Babies were cute and they had that effect on people. Bastille rocked her tiny daughter and watched the other ones eyes brighten up at Kyrs face.

"Do you ever think about children? Perchance some of your own someday?" she asked it quizzically, like a minx.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Evelyn's eyes lighting up was not lost on Kiyr, and she felt her heart helplessly melt a little more, gently boop-ing the girl's nose with a tiny little giggle--and promptly stilling as Bastille asked her question. The blonde couldn't help but look over with an expression of a deer caught in the headlights, though her arm still remained soft and gentle around the infant she cradled.

She considered the question, lightly pressing her teeth together and relaxing a couple times.

"I...used to look forward to it, a lot--having a family one day. Now...well. I still would love my own family, someday, but, not right now. Probably not any time soon. Eventually, though, my answer remains: yes."

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille nodded and looked down at the baby in her arms.

"I never thought to have one. There was a time once, I considered it....for a short summer perhaps, but ever since then it's only been the life to die. Even when I was pregnant I was sure I would loose them or that I wasn't even pregnant at all.....then I did have them and...." Bastille trailed off a bit, the smile never leaving her face.

"I dont know what to think- even now"

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kiyr watched as Bastille explained her own take, gently rocking and stroking the tip of her finger against Evelyn's cheek before wriggling it in front of her eyes to keep her further occupied. She smiled, feeling a little more at ease with the older woman's admission.

"It is not the best world to bring any child in to...but you will give them everything you can--the best life, even despite the circumstances the world is in." Kiyr turned her eyes back to Evelyn and gave the baby a smile. "I want to ensure I am able to fully protect the lives I will create, to be able to do the same."

[Bastille Amtrum]

"I dont know why God chose me to bring in the next generation, I've killed children- infants before." she said quietly and them looked up an Kyrie.

"So I see it as my burden as much as my salvation. Kinda like that one greek guy with the stone...." She said shrugging lightly.

"Sometimes I like to imagine that we are all just thrown back in time, to a primitive time....things in this chaos got simpler than they were before. It's ....easing" Bastille pondered aloud. She was usually open with her thoughts, while being guarded all the same.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Bastille bringing up God gave Kiyr an awkward pang. But it was nice to see some people hasn't lost their Faith, all the same. She shifted, curling her arm a little more around the babe nestled against her and rocked slowly. Bastille had killed babies? That was something of a harsh shock, and she drew Evelyn a little closer, looking down as she wriggled her fingers in front of her big green eyes.

She said nothing on Bastille murdering infants, but nodded when she mentioned it was most likely her penance.

"In many ways it is, I can agree...life is more simple. Better in some ways, worse in others." Kyrie responded and ducked her head to blow another soft raspberry against Evelyn's cheek, and back away with a silly little grin just for her and surprisingly goofy little chortle. It seemed she was relaxing the more she interacted with the tiny baby.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille raised a brow and nodded. Aryana was now sound asleep in her mothers arms. Bastille looked over and Evelyn who was gurgling bubble right back to Kyrie in an attempt to mimic the fun sound she was hearing. Bastille just shook her head. Babies were stupid, and for some reason that only made her love them more. As if she could...yet she always found more room.

"She's going to be a handful that one" Bastille said, nodding towards Evelyn.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kiyr's eyes glittered and twinkled as the baby tried to mimic the sound. A bright smile sparked and flashed across her lips as a giggle bubbled in her throat. She leaned in close, bumping her nose with a soft coo against Evelyn's.

The blonde paused as Bastille spoke, and glanced over with her head tilted - almost sheepishly - and gave an owlish blink. She managed a smile, just a slight one, and turned back towards the baby, offering her finger for the little girl to hold.

"...then, she takes after her parents. I hope you are ready for what Karma has in store for you."

[Bastille Amtrum]

"If what as happened to me so far was preview- I'm pretty sure I'm screwed." Bastille said, suddenly very sullen.

"Heaps and Heaps of utter suck" She said, an undeniable smirk on her lips.

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Do be sure to not forget all the things Mathew has done~" It was easy to keep her voice light - almost teasing - as she looked at Evelyn. But she watched Bastille through her peripheral vision.

Her finger wriggled...and Kyrie began a very complex game with Evelyn.

It was known as: peek-a-boo.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Evelyn seemed confused by this and her face scrunched up. Bastille watched and shrugged.

"How could I ever forget........." She mused aloud, letting out a dramatic huff.