Priss & Astrid.
Priss walked outside to tend to her herb garden, steps slow as she maneuvered her increasingly fat and clumsy body around. The hem of her robe got soaked with morning dew as she bent to administer care to one of her plants. The mint had been looking rather pinched of late...
Astrid nodded her head to her mistress, then leapt the dimensions.
Priss looked up, startled and started to create a protective spell. Astrid drove her dagger deep into the other woman's pregnant belly, and ripped. Priss screamed and dropped to her knees, trying to heal it and save her child as Astrid turned and disappeared again.
"NO!"
Blood soaked her white robes red and she collapsed. The heart of her son beat once more, faltered, then stopped.
Merenseger fixed her teeth in Giles's jeans and tugged towards the door.
"You must come. She will die, as has the child already. Call her sib."
Giles
"Oh, Lord, PRISS?" Giles called out as he ran to her. He grabbed his cell phone and called Sabre.
"Get here now. It's Priss." He cradled his bloody lover in his arms.
"Hold on, Darling, please, just hold on."
Sabre
Priss's eyes were closed, her face white with loss of blood.
Sabre appeared and dropped to his knees beside her, crooning in Egyptian. She answered him weakly in the same tongue.
"The child is dead, no help for him," Sabre said grimly.
He felt Priss's forehead, humming a soft song of their childhood.
"Her body has healed itself, but she'll...she'll have to expel the child from her womb. Otherwise she will die as he rots. I go."
He kissed her forehead and then disappeared.
Giles
Rupert lifted her up and laid her out on the table, bending up her legs.
"You have to push, love. He needs to come out, and we can give him a proper burial. But it's time to push."
Priss and Sabre
"N-n-nooooooo..."
Priss's head thrashed weakly as she fought him. She yowled faintly, lips drawing back from needlesharp teeth, pupils dilated and eyes dark. She could feel her womb knitting back together the wound that had been forced into it and as Sabre reappeared, laying a hand to her forehead the first contraction rippled acriss her stomach.
"AH!"
"Shhhhh, now," Sabre said softly.
Giles
"She's fully efaced and dialated, Sabre. Priss, the contractions are going to get closer together, and when I tell you, I want you to push, all right?" Rupert said, stroking the side of her face with the back of his hand.
Priss and Sabre
Priss bit through her lips, writhing on the table as the pain ripped through her. She turned her head into Sabre's hand and panted, whimpering slightly.
"You can do this, sib," Sabre said softly.
He nuzzled her neck lightly, starting up a resonating comforting purr. Her claws shot out of her hands to thud into the table as she arched her back slightly.
"AHHHHHH!"
Giles
"Push now," Giles directed.
Priss and Sabre
Priss writhed and screamed as she forced her dead child from her body. Sabre kept stroking her hair gently as her eyes widened in torment, her breath coming in sobs among the screams.
Giles
Giles eased his deead son from his lover's body, his heart breaking at the sight. After cutting the cord, he wrapped the child in a sheet of white linen.
"Now we can give him a proper burial."
Pruss & Sabre
Priss wailed in anguished grief, keening loudly. Sabre stroked her hair while she vented in a babble of Eygptian, cursing and screaming.
"This...is not for men," Sabre told Giles.
"Let her bury her kitten in peace. Births and deaths are women's business. From the womb of Mother Earth we come, and into Her embrace we return."