Armand lingered for a moment, simply holding Natas's gaze, before he pulled away and set to use the sigil.
While he wasn't a magic user himself, Natas had shown him how to use this particular spell and with enough practice he could confidently say he could get to where he wanted to go without complication. This time was no different as he blipped himself directly into an upstairs apartment directly above a hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant.
Peter had been in the process of making himself a cup of tea after a long day at work when he looked up to see Armand blipping into existence in his living room. He watched as the Spaniard whipped his head in his direction. He hadn't been a werewolf as long as Armand himself, but he knew it was wise to avoid the man if at all possible.
Which is why his feet reacted through instinct before the rest of him could and he bolted for the door.
Armand moved quickly to snatch at the Russian, grabbing hold of him before he could even make it to the doorway. He thrust the smaller man against the wall.
"Grab your medical things, ruso. You're coming with me." Armand said firmly.
"I-I-I-NO!" Peter said, struggling agianst Armand only to get shoved against the wall again.
"I need your help! You're coming with me!" Armand snarled then, which put Peter into a state of submission almost.
"F-Fine, my b-bag is in the closet." Peter feebly pointed to a entryway closet just behind Armand.
Armand kept a firm hold on Peter as he poised to gather the bag, which was there much to his pleasure. He kept an arm wrapped about Peter's shoulders as he hauled him to the more open floor of the living room where he hastily drew out another sigil and set forth to take Peter and himself back to the hut. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Natas was still in bed, breathing hard now and trying to scoot higher on the bed as blood continued to pool between her legs in the middle of the bed. Natas was no stranger to the smell of blood, especially in abundance, but somehow this was different. Her mother bled like this when she birthed a dead Navrik; ugly, swollen and blue. But it didn't phase her the way this did, a foreign feeling, an echo of some sort of fear in a maternal sense. Natas had never lost something before, never something of hers like a child.
Almost as soon as he was gone, Armand returned and with Peter in tow.
Peter felt that familiar urge to run when he saw Natas on the bed directly in front of he and Armand. If Armand was bad news, Natas was worse. The duo both had a horrendous kill count, but whereas Armand's was in the hundreds, Natas's was in the thousands. But after taking a momentary assessment of the situation (and also figuring he wouldn't be able to get very far anyways), Peter reached for his bag from Armand and went over to Natas.
"H-how long have you been like this?" He asked her, opening his bag and rifling through to grab his things. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Peter blinked, surprised. This was an awful lot of blood for anyone to lose in that short of time even given this particular predicament.
"Alright...I'm going to take a look then."
((FF))
It had been a tediously long process, much longer than Armand remembered either of Natas's previous births, but after a great deal of work on both Natas and Peter's parts, two twin boys were born, though one boy fared far better than the other.
Their first son was born kicking and screaming, bearing the clearest signs of life as he was tucked into Armand's waiting arms so Natas could deliver their second child, who, unlike the first, was born still and silent.
As Armand held the first babe, he stared at the small unmoving child Peter worked in his hands, trying to coax any breath, any cry, simply anything to no avail. After several minutes of trying, it was apparent that the baby had met his end far before the beginning.
Out of kindness (which was perhaps arguably unmerited), he took the deceased twin and wrapped him in a blanket with a quiet apology before setting him just out of Natas's line of sight so he could finish taking care of her. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Natas was immediately aware of the second baby's fate upon birth. She was very still herself, looking away at the wall with an intense stare. Her jaw was clenched as her eyes glazed over, doing her best not to weep though she felt the maternal need to mourn. Somewhere inside of herself she was grateful one babe made it out, healthy and full of life. But there were no words for her to convey the feeling of loss over the other twin. There was no magic she could use to save him, it was already too late.
Peter did what was needed, only making his "escape" once all was taken care of and Armand was assured that both Natas and their one surviving child would be fine. Once the Russian was gone, Armand quietly made his way over to sit on the bedside beside Natas, still trying to console the wailing babe.
"Natas..." He spoke quiet, easily reading her body language. "I'm sorry, Natas. I'm sorry this happened." He said to her, more concerned about preemptively consoling her rather tending to his hurt. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Natas looked around the room, searching for the words to say. He didn't have anything to be sorry for, she was aware. And she was sure he was upset as well, and it wasn't normal for Natas to express empathy or regard for other peoples emotion. Something else unfamiliar was her own pain, how do you repair pain that you can't touch?
She looked away still, afraid of Armand seeing her inability to compose herself.
"Will you stay, please." She said quietly after swallowing the lump in her throat. It wasn't really a request, but he could still refuse if he wanted, she wouldn't fight him on it.
"I'll stay." Armand said without a moment's hesitation. He watched her for a moment after that and proceeded to lay down beside her, their son still tucked to his chest as he did so. It was a bold move, he knew this, after all Natas was never one to take kindly to anyone seeing a potential weakness in her, but it was a move he did nonetheless. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
When Natas didn't immediately pull away from him, Armand reached out a hand to brush lightly at her hair. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Things had almost returned to normal, at least in the sense that Armand had returned home and te twosome were somewhat more affectionate towards each other. Armand had buried their lost child and planted a rose bush where he rest. The bush flourished and red roses blossomed almost effortlessly which felt almost like a positive omen. Natas spent most days in bed or in her bedroom, sometimes posted by the window to look over the bush. Taking a break from evil doing had given Natas some time to evaluate things. Mostly, she wrestled with the concept of love, what does it mean and how is it real? Watching Armand lately tend to her and the roses outside made her wonder. His devotion was without question, love must be real at least in the sense that Natas had no doubts that he did in fact love her.
She thought long on it, perhaps she's always loved Armand? She'd kill for him, in the right context she would die for him too. She also felt unquestionable loyalty to him, and there was certainly no one else she respected or held in high regard besides him. Maybe she had wasted his and her time denying that it was real, it would seem she was the one the owed the apology.
Armand hadn't expected for things to fall back so seamlessly into place and yet they had. Of course, he and Natas both initially had to mourn the loss of their child in their own quiet ways, but after that things just...seemed to go back to normal. This was almost a shock to Armand as he recollected the last conversation, but then again it wasn't shocking at all at the same time. His love for Natas, though it pained him sometimes, was unconditional and forever unwavering.
Currently, he was crouched by the wood stove in the "living room" with Romulus, speaking quietly to him as the toddler attempted to help stoke a fire to life while Fauna and Remus hung about the room somewhere. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Natas sat in the window, baby Amulius nestled in her arms against her breast after falling asleep with a full belly. He was a good baby, easy and seemingly advanced already. He didn't stir from noise and slept through the night, he was showing some early signs of being able to use magic which was pleasing. Natas admired the baby a bit longer before placing him in the middle of their bed to sleep before quietly calling out for Armand, careful still not to wake the baby.
"That's good, Romulus." Armand praised lightly as a little fire sparked to life in the woodstove, which earned a proud smile and 'oooh' from Romulus. Armand looked up when he heard Natas call for him and he glanced back to Romulus, moving to gently take the fire stoker from his little hands. "Go mind your brother and sister." He said, gently pushing Romulus their way before getting up and going to his and Natas's room.
He entered quietly, not wanting to disturb Amulius if he was asleep, and glanced from the bed to Natas.
"Natas, are you alright? Did you need something?" He asked. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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