"Demons, I guess," I say quietly, a small gasp slipping from my lips as the baby starts to shift around in my belly, pressing down somewhere close to my bladder. Not the most comfortable move in the world. "Settle down," I breathe quietly, smoothing a hand over my belly and letting it drag in a large circle as I pull focus.
"His mother was killed when he was really young, and he's been... chasing and chased alike by those demons and monsters. I don't ask him for too many of the details," I muse. "Seems like it'd create more trouble than it'd help."
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Date: 2012-09-02 10:41 am (UTC)"His mother was killed when he was really young, and he's been... chasing and chased alike by those demons and monsters. I don't ask him for too many of the details," I muse. "Seems like it'd create more trouble than it'd help."