One week had gone by sense Rago and Dynamis' 'play time' and all was quiet at the Mist Mountain shrine. It was around 3:00PM and the two lovebirds were doing much needed chores.
Dynamis was in the wash room doing laundry while Rago was forced to water plants or... Roses. And by watering one means filling a watering can, not a hose. As he did this the man pondered upon something.
All that had happened so far...
All the pain and suffering...
Yet, love and happiness...
Sighing Rago went over to fill fill the once again empty can and processed to dowse the purple plants yet, he still wondered.
How often would the baby have those power surges?
Would the pain intensify as the months go by?
Would the child still have the dark powers after birth?
Letting out a huff he put the stupid can back down beside the nozzle before making his way to the laundry room. Walking down the halls he found himself at the room, blinking to see an empty room. "Dynamis?"
"Out here!" The greyette chirped waving his hand in front of an open window, Rago smiled and followed the sound of his lovers voice. Walking outside he was greeted by an oh so lovely site. Dynamis stood surrounded by a huge yard of cloths lines, grey, white and purple hanging off them. Rago watched in interest as the barrier of his child took out a damp white sheet and flung it over the wire before smoothing it out with his slender hands.
"So, this is where you've been hiding?" The black son asked strolling up to where Dynamis stood, the other giggled gently.
"Maybe... But, I wasn't hiding, I told you I was going to be out here." Bending down again he grabbed one of his freshly washed robes and took two cloths pins from his pocket before pinning it to the line.
"You know something," The pregnant male said staring at his handing cloths. "We might have to go shopping soon because in a few months I won't be able to fit in most of these." He looked back at Rago who was staring about a foot behind him.
"We?" The black son asked wrapping his arms around Dynamis' waist and kissing his forehead. "Are you sure you want me to go along? Or even to go to the village? Won't people think something's wrong if they see that your bodies changing?" Rago watched as his lover became tense in his arms.
"Oh gods," Dynamis whispered covering his mouth with his hands. He turned to look up at red eyes before clutching the taller man's purple shirt. "I didn't even think of that!" His blue eyes became distressed as they had been doing for the past two months. "What if the villagers find out!? What if they try to kill our baby or think that I'm not qualified to be the shrine's guardian?! Rago, what if they kick us out and-!?"
He was silenced from his rant as a pair of pale lips overlapped his in a gentle kiss, once Rago pulled away he spoke. "If they question you, you could always tell them that the gods allowed this to happen. They would understand then, wouldn't they?" He watched as Dynamis' gaze lowered and he rested his head on Rago's chest.
"I... I don't know... The people there are hard headed and stubborn. they wouldn't agree with it even if Zeus himself came down to explain it..." Tears welled in his blue eyes as thoughts jumbled up in his brain, the upcoming father sighed and leaned down to kiss away the others tears.
"Love," The man said lifting the preggy's chin. "We need to talk."
Blue eyes widened at the unexpected phrase, this couldn't be good.