Back to Our Roots Oct 2, 2018 14:33:56 GMT -5
Post by Apsenniel on Oct 2, 2018 14:33:56 GMT -5
The world looked a bit different from every angle. From the sky, it was vast and expansive. From a boat, the world could appear to be a never-ending sea of blue. In the Arctic, it was white and colorless. From the position she found herself in on the floor, Apsenniel thought the world appeared to be much.. taller. The windows and furniture in the living room of her modest home seemed to stretch further when one’s head was on the surface beneath them. Letting out a long breath, she leaned up on her elbows, then rolled onto her side as one hand came to rest against the side of her head. At least she hadn’t been fully standing when the vision had hit - just leaning down in a crouch, in an effort to gather a book from below the coffee table. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the floor. At least she hadn’t bent a wing this time. The more visions Apsenniel had, the worse an affect they had on disorienting her. This one followed suit no differently.
So many faces. So many, familiar and new. Flashing almost too quickly to make out, one after another, the vision bombarded her mind and thoughts. The faces of strangers she had yet to meet, her friends, their enemies, those who would fall in between, and those who have been known to Apsenniel as both. Something was coming. Something was coming, and it would be happening very soon. As it were, a reunion was due for the Immortals.. at least, the Immortals who were still around.
Managing to avoid rolling onto her stomach, Apsenniel stretched out her raven-esque wings in order to use them to lift herself back to a standing position, before folding them neatly behind her once again. There. Now that she was standing, it would be one less thing to explain once he got home. But Erebus always managed to know when she was fibbing, so it wouldn’t do much good. Especially now, she thought, as she placed the hands on her taught belly. It was now protruding several inches beyond what she was used to, and she figured was about five months along. Erebus and Ape hadn’t been planning on this, but it was a pleasant surprise. A surprise they hadn't really shared with many of their friends, mostly due to a lack of frequent communication in the recent year.
Apsenniel had missed out on most of Vanya’s life. Supposedly, Ape had raised Vanya, her first daughter, for several years before her death by Reast Vu’s hand, but any memories Apsenniel may have from that time were still hidden from her. Truth be told, Apsenniel didn’t even recall the man who was Vanya’s father, a blood elf by the name of Aradan. Her daughter had told Ape that he was thought to be dead. After the last war on Promised Island that Ape participated in, where she had met Vanya, Vanya had decided to return to her own life - in her early twenties now, she needed to find her own path. Occasionally letters arrived and were exchanged, but the relationship was distant.
This time would be different. Erebus was different. Apsenniel was different. She smiled as she finally sat on the plush love seat behind the coffee table, setting the book she’d gathered on top of it. Another pregnancy book. Cheesy, and probably not too helpful in her case. Who knew what fun things the couple had in store, with the child of an Avariel Elf-Imperial Traveler and a Reaper. Apsenniel never thought about her life with someone else. Let alone someone like Erebus, who was darkness personified, but here they were. Leaning on her side and closing her eyes, Ape allowed herself to relax. She loved Erebus. His forwardness, his belief in the truth, his high energy, his protectiveness of those he loved. She knew he didn’t like being in the same place for long, and although Ape didn’t have the same aversion to planting roots as he and Nyx did, she enjoyed traveling and finding new adventures with them. She knew that Erebus loved her, too, and that he was happy about the baby. But, it was still unexpected, and they’d have to make a semi-permanent home until things settled down. After the vision she’d had, Apsenniel was sure they would return to the Island. Waiting for Erebus to get back, Apsenniel rested her hands on her stomach and thought about the future.