Richie wanders around after dark
Who: Richie and OPEN
When: Tonight at 11:30 or so
What: Richie wandering around Aternaville
Where: Town
Rating: D for dreaming
Status: Open and in progress
The baby was coming. Right now.
She had thought she was ready for this moment, but even with her husband beside her, holding her hand, she couldn't believe the pain. He must've been able to tell how much it hurt, because he was white as a sheet, even though he kept telling her that everything would be all right, that she was very brave.
It took almost an hour, but the baby was born. She lay back against the pillows, weak and tired. They had a little girl. The last thing she felt was Warren kissing her hand, telling her that he loved her...
...and Richie snapped into wakefulness, breathing hard and covered in sweat.
During his gender-swap, Richie had needed to chronicle the life of his female self...his alternate universe self. Apparently the link had never quite been broken, because although he no longer thought about her during waking hours (or was in danger of becoming her), sometimes he dreamt of what was happening in her life. Tonight had been by far the most intense and harrowing of those dreams, though. If childbirth was like that, Richie couldn't imagine his mother going through it once, let alone twice.
Richie wiped the sweat from his face with one hand, his breaths calming gradually. He wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, not after that. After a moment, he got out of bed, getting dressed and slipping out the door of his apartment. He wasn't usually out this late, especially on a school night, but he wasn't in school at the moment, and he needed to clear his mind.
So he walked.
When: Tonight at 11:30 or so
What: Richie wandering around Aternaville
Where: Town
Rating: D for dreaming
Status: Open and in progress
The baby was coming. Right now.
She had thought she was ready for this moment, but even with her husband beside her, holding her hand, she couldn't believe the pain. He must've been able to tell how much it hurt, because he was white as a sheet, even though he kept telling her that everything would be all right, that she was very brave.
It took almost an hour, but the baby was born. She lay back against the pillows, weak and tired. They had a little girl. The last thing she felt was Warren kissing her hand, telling her that he loved her...
...and Richie snapped into wakefulness, breathing hard and covered in sweat.
During his gender-swap, Richie had needed to chronicle the life of his female self...his alternate universe self. Apparently the link had never quite been broken, because although he no longer thought about her during waking hours (or was in danger of becoming her), sometimes he dreamt of what was happening in her life. Tonight had been by far the most intense and harrowing of those dreams, though. If childbirth was like that, Richie couldn't imagine his mother going through it once, let alone twice.
Richie wiped the sweat from his face with one hand, his breaths calming gradually. He wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, not after that. After a moment, he got out of bed, getting dressed and slipping out the door of his apartment. He wasn't usually out this late, especially on a school night, but he wasn't in school at the moment, and he needed to clear his mind.
So he walked.