Dark Shadows
08-24-2008, 02:07 PM
Romulus is suckling, his tender little baby lips formed in a perfect O around my nipple. His head is a tiny, down covered orb, nestled in the crook of my arm. The skin of his arms and legs is soft as a feather. And he is light as a feather, fragile-yet real and warm.
Less than an arm's length away, Ares is holding Remus in the same way, marveling at his topaz-colored eyes that are his own eyes, looking back at him, trusting. One hand caresses the soft baby arm, the other is working to untie the umbilical chord.
When I realize what he's doing, I scream "No!", but its too late, blood is flowing into a puddle on the ground.
Less than an arm's length away, Ares is holding Remus in the same way, marveling at his topaz-colored eyes that are his own eyes, looking back at him, trusting. One hand caresses the soft baby arm, the other is working to untie the umbilical chord.
When I realize what he's doing, I scream "No!", but its too late, blood is flowing into a puddle on the ground.