Cinnah and Cecil
Twins. Adam ran his hands across his face, feeling overwhelmed yet again. The last few decades had been filled with so much.
The pride he felt Watching his little girl grow into a strong young woman.defiant, strong willed, talented with both weapon and her own power. Raw Fire flowing in her veins.
The dismay at the worsening relationship between her and Eve. A father could see. The doubt in her eyes when she second guessed a command or choice of her own
The secret liaisons with a human woman. An affair. Defying his creator in favour of the stolen kisses from a mortal. The very stock that Eve was waging war against. If word ever got out about his indiscretion it would be the scandal of the century!
The shock when he found out Felicia had attacked Eve. Why would she harm her. They had a strained relationship but he never imagined Felicia would cause physical harm to her mother. Over a human suitor no less. One she had known for a mere blink compare to her family.
Heartbreak. Being given a newborn babe and ordered to be rid of it by whatever means. But choosing instead to defy Eve in secret again and entrust the newborn to the only other person he could.His mortal lover. Saying goodbye to them both in the process.
Then he was thrown into battle for what felt like decades. A conquest that shook his very core. The bodies where in the thousands. He lost track after the first few hundred. What Eve wanted, he gladly gave. Weather it was blood, sweat and tears, or satisfaction in the bedroom. He would go days at a time with no rest if that was what she demanded. He got good at it. The killing. The detachment from life. But after a while, He struggled to watch Mason become a pawn for Eve. Although his son defied their matriarch alot more than Adam. Adam gladly took the brunt of Eves anger for his son. In public they doted on one another. But in private he made sure Eves anger was directed at him and not Mason.
And now the next pregnancy. Twins no less. To bolster the numbers quickly he thought to himself.But the though was fleeting... he trusted Eve. He had to.
The birth of the twins came as a shock. Eve was only 6 months along and it was a scene that resembled war! They were at sea at the time, between continents. The morning had started with tea on the deck and spell studies with mason, but quickly descended into chaos. He was present on this occassion. If only to lend hand to the 2 maids aboard the vessel. Even in the midst of labour Eve yelled out her orders and instructions to them.
After 6 hours of grueling work, Adam was sat on the floor. Back against the wall and knees drawn up to his chest. He was a battle weary mess. Ruby red towels strewn across the room, mixed in with sweat sodden sheets. To be privy to witness such a miracle of life made him so confused. Questioning things he really shouldn’t be questioning.
I was created in her image to love and be loved by her.
I was created for war. Created to help create the perfect army
Cinnah hardly made a sound since emerging in to the world. Soft mewls and grunts to simply let her presence be known. Cecil on the other hand. He hadn’t ceased his crying since coming out, 30 minutes after his sister. refusing comfort, refusing milk and not wanting to be held. But Adam didn’t give in. It wasn’t in his nature. He took Cecil out on deck, leaving Even to nurse Cinnah in peace.
Finally the screams stopped. Silence fell. Cecil slept. He simply wanted fresh air. Curious little guy Adam hummed in thought. Cecils tiny hand wrapped around Adams finger, tight as he could. Finally accepting the comfort of his father. It would be some time before he learnt to cope without the comfort after the wars to come.
