Just a Song (Open/Active)
Characters: Lucrecia Crescent, Aerith
Setting: Green House
Time: Day 17
Summary: Two zombies ladies and a baby meet up in a hell house. Zombie tea party? Also Lu kinda fails at babies
Warnings: We broke time.
OOC: Ella tell me if this won't work, I'll come up with something else.
“Shh, Shh, oh, it’s not that bad, baby.” Her words were soft, arms jiggling the softly crying infant as she walked a slow line up and down the greenhouse. Sometimes he did this, she wasn’t sure why. There was literally no reason for it. He was clean, dry, fed, and wrapped so tightly all she could see was his little face. Nothing in the world was wrong with him.
And yet, he was crying like every bad thing in his tiny world had happened all at once. “Shhh, baby, shhhh. Don’t cry, I’m here, you’re safe. The sun is high in the sky and no monsters or angry teenagers will touch you, I promise.”
Mewtwo could normally stop the wails in an instant, but she wanted to at least try without going to find the creature.
Sephiroth was her son, after all. What sort of mother had to rely on others to comfort their baby?
A rather poorly experienced one, that’s what. Who was at her wits end for the source of the crying. Vincent could probably do a better job if he was here. Seph always seemed happier when Vincent was there. “Shhhhh, it’s alright…Don’t cry, please stop crying…Please, baby…Shhhhhhhhh.”
She kept getting flashes of green on the edge of her vision, inexplicable and confusing, every time the Sephiroth’s wails rose in pitch. If she was at home, she would likely have run a test to check the levels of mako in his blood and hers. But...well, if she had been at home, would she be holding her son and worrying about the cause of his distress?
“Hush, love, please…I wish you could tell me what was wrong… Shhhh."
Setting: Green House
Time: Day 17
Summary: Two zombies ladies and a baby meet up in a hell house. Zombie tea party? Also Lu kinda fails at babies
Warnings: We broke time.
OOC: Ella tell me if this won't work, I'll come up with something else.
“Shh, Shh, oh, it’s not that bad, baby.” Her words were soft, arms jiggling the softly crying infant as she walked a slow line up and down the greenhouse. Sometimes he did this, she wasn’t sure why. There was literally no reason for it. He was clean, dry, fed, and wrapped so tightly all she could see was his little face. Nothing in the world was wrong with him.
And yet, he was crying like every bad thing in his tiny world had happened all at once. “Shhh, baby, shhhh. Don’t cry, I’m here, you’re safe. The sun is high in the sky and no monsters or angry teenagers will touch you, I promise.”
Mewtwo could normally stop the wails in an instant, but she wanted to at least try without going to find the creature.
Sephiroth was her son, after all. What sort of mother had to rely on others to comfort their baby?
A rather poorly experienced one, that’s what. Who was at her wits end for the source of the crying. Vincent could probably do a better job if he was here. Seph always seemed happier when Vincent was there. “Shhhhh, it’s alright…Don’t cry, please stop crying…Please, baby…Shhhhhhhhh.”
She kept getting flashes of green on the edge of her vision, inexplicable and confusing, every time the Sephiroth’s wails rose in pitch. If she was at home, she would likely have run a test to check the levels of mako in his blood and hers. But...well, if she had been at home, would she be holding her son and worrying about the cause of his distress?
“Hush, love, please…I wish you could tell me what was wrong… Shhhh."