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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]

//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.