@perkysbud continued from πͺ
He watched as she dreamt, watched as she struggled with the images of his God in her head. He did not know just what exactly it was she was seeing, but he knew it would be reminiscent of what she'd seen the day he was taken from her. Maybe it was unfair to feel a way about her in the way he did-- she didn't know he was taken. She had no damn clue that he was stolen from her womb and placed right into a toybox of darkness. But he knew. He knew everything and what it meant. She'd sacrificed her first conceived child to the likes of a God in exchange for the man who would help bear it. His father... though guilty in some ways for this didn't pull the trigger. No. His mother had. She had looked death in the eyes and agreed that she'd give up the very thing she loved most for the return of the man she loved most: her family. She had none left to give and therefore it was the future she would lose and lost she did. Though she didn't know. She had no idea she'd already fulfilled her prophecy and that was Tinky's intentions. He wanted the Spankoffskis to suffer before they inevitable joined in on his toybox. He wanted them to be scared and afraid that their futures could change at the drop of a hat.
However, Kairos was now part of this in ways T'noy found enjoyable and humorous. He liked to watch as the Spankoffski spawn never given a childhood go about haunting their minds. He would appear to his father in the corner of his eyes, a vision of what almost appeared as Ted younger-- unknown that it was actually his son. And then sometimes... just sometimes he'd haunt his father with the sight of the man Ted became. He'd plant the very seed of the homeless man who ran amuck for fifteen years as if threatening his return. He knew his father never spoke of these visions to Emma, not even after she confessed what she'd done for him. He didn't want her to worry more than she already was.
But she worried regardless throughout the entirety of her pregnancy, worried Jane would be taken from her at any moment and now that she was here-- able to be held? The fears were greater. But Jane... Jane was safe for now. Kairos had currently no interest in the younger Spankoffski that got his life-- a life he was shown over and over again as he was strung and fabricated together within the Bastard Box. A life he would never have thanks to Emma. So as she stood there he did the one thing he knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't stop the jealousy and angry, the frustration from boiling over. He snapped his fingers within his veil of existence and time froze, ceasing to move. It wouldn't last long, but it would be long enough. He stepped up to where Emma held Jane, her cooing churning his stomach and tightening a pain in his chest. He looked at her then to the baby before reaching out to carefully take the baby from her arms, their movements frozen by the way time had stopped. She wouldn't know until he resumed it, but for now he stepped back and near the door where he cradled Jane in his arms.
Gently he blew a breath from his lips, the air hitting Jane's features and reanimating her into motion. She blinked up at him and stared as if she knew him and it made him sick. His upper lip curled and he looked up just as time slid back into motion, Emma stood cradling nothing. And the moment she would notice where Jane was she'd see Kairos too, but not fully. He'd be a static blur in the world-- like a tv channel that won't quite still.