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[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Time: September 16, 2006
Place: Swimming Pool
Status: Public
Summary: Uriel swims.


The bad thing about being pregnant, Uriel had come to notice, was being pregnant. Her stomach may not have weighed as much as her whole body had before she got pregnant, but it definitely felt like that. For somebody who loved flying, being tied to ground and losing her centre of balance wasn't too easy.

One thing helped, though, when she got enough of carrying all the extra weight around. In water, she felt almost like she was flying again. 23 weeks along and she looked like full term. That's what you got for being small.

The swimming pool was empty when she got there. For a moment she almost wished Sugarplum was still there, but then decided against it. However cute the tentacle monster was, she'd still rather not swim in the same water with her.

The pool was still empty when she came out of the changing room in her swimsuit. Thankful for this, she slid into the water, relaxing. It felt good to let something else support the baby for a while.

The baby kicked with as much energy as ever, so much so that she could clearly see the movement on her stomach. Placing a hand over it, she let herself float. It was so peaceful...

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[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

Bast grinned. //You've got a point there. Even with tomcats it's the same - except usually it's more 'you shred my ears, I'll shred yours, then we'll go and make life hell for that terrier down the street.'//

Then she sobered. //You've had a rough time I gather, then. But believe me, I fully intend to stick around for as long as I can. Egyptians aren't prone wanderers like the Norse lot, and cats know a good spot to stay when they see it. Hey, maybe you could even get me a collar with a little bell on it!//

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"I do hope you will," Uriel sighed. "I'm sick of people leaving me when I need them most." At Bast's last comment, however, shecouldn't help but laugh. "What, like this?" she asked jokingly, miracling a collar (white, unsurprisingly) that indeed had a little bell on it.

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

Bast stared at it a moment, then laughed. //Pretty, but it's a bit small, isn't it? Not to be fussy, but could I have a wide-ish, gold-coloured one?//

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"Wait a minute..." Uriel started to modify the collar she thought it looked like what Bast most probably had in mind. "Is this better?" she asked, smiling.

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

Bast was so delighted that she leant forward to grab it. // Oooh! Pretty!//

Too far forward, in fact. There was a splash and screech, then bast scrambled back up the side, and gave uriel an abashed smile. //That's what I get for not paying attention.//

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel didn't know what to say for a long time. Finally, she settled for, "I'm glad you like it."

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

Bast fixed the collar around her neck while giving Uriel a little grin.

//Sorry. You see, it's 'coz I'm meant to be like, everycat. The snivelling stray in the gutter, the alpha howling on her human's roof - even the lynx and the wildcat and the lions, occasionally, but that was more my sister's thing. And occasionally, I'm that hyper, neurotic housecat who's only purpose in life seem to be to have her picture shown on The Planet's Funniest Animals - that's a TV show.// She added, at the angel's confused look.

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"Why are you apologizing?" asked Uriel, a bit confused at this. "It's not like I'm sensible all the time myself -- or even most of the time. Although," she then said thoughtfully, "I have been a bit more stable lately. I don't know why that is, though."

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

Bast shrugged. //I don't know. It just makes it easier I suppose - in case I do say or do something that'll may some folk mad at me. //

At uriel's last comment, though, her grin turned a little sly. //That wouldn't happen to be 'coz of a certain pinstriped alien, would it?//

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Uriel said, at first confused at Bast's sly comment. Then, she flushed slightly. "Hardly," she muttered. "At least I've no idea how the Doctor could affect my brain chemicals, and, according to Pestilence, that's the main cause of my instability. He should know. And besides," she then added defensively, "I don't understand what the Doctor has to do with anything."

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

//Oh, come on.// Bast laughed. //You like him, I can tell. And he centres you, gives you something to focus on. He's an idiot and he doesn't like cats, but he's good for you.//

She flicked her tail, her fur already dry. //It's nice to have someone like that.//

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I do," Uriel admitted, although really, she quite much suspected she did. It didn't matter if it was true, though -- she wasn't sure about it just yet (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/112855.html#cutid1). "And maybe he does help me, just by existing. But what good does that do when he doesn't like me? Not that way, at least."

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

Bast grinned. //You don't know that. He might do, and just not wanna talk about it. You know what males are like about that sort of thing. Besides...//

Her eyes unfocussed slightly, and she gazed off into the middle distance, ears pricked as though listening to something. //...he's lost as much as you have.//

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm not about to ask him," Uriel said. "Not anytime soon, anyway. I've had enough rejection for a while."

At the goddess' last comment, she became interested. "What do you mean?" she asked. "He's lost as much as I have? Impossible. I doubt anybody has left him behind pregnant and alone."

...Well, she had only been left behind alone. The pregnant part was kind of her own fault. But that wasn't very important, now was it?

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

//I can't tell you much - it's not my place, especially with somone like him. // Bast's mouth twisted slightly, and she let a small cough of wry laughter. //Doubt he's ever been pregnant, but he's alone. More alone than I think anyone else can understand...with a heart so broken it beats in two....//

She stared at the floor, feeling very old and tired all of a sudden. //The past holds too many scars for him, ones worse than I care to imagine. I don't envy him at all. //

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"If you went around telling other people's secrets, I would be seriously worried about my own secrets," Uriel noted. "And I thought him having two hearts is only because of his species," she added then, half serious. For somebody supposedly in charge of poetry she sometimes had quite a lot of trouble understanding figures of speech.

She tilted her head to the side, then. "There are few people in this building whom anybody would envy, I think."

[first-catwoman.livejournal.com]

//Heh, no, that was a metaphor, uri...at least, I think so. Hard to tell with someone like that, really.// She stared at the light reflected off the walls by the water. //Yeah. I think we've all had a hard time of it, in one way or a another.//

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"Well, at least here we can mostly be at peace with our past," Uriel noted, even though she personally was anything but. "Most threats are eliminated within these walls." Unfortunately, this did not mean all of them.