Darcy stared blankly at her sister for a lingering minuto or two. Both speaking one word. Just the sound of Icy's semi-erratic breathing. At last Darcy spoke. "Of course I care how you feel, I just don't want you to do something you'll..."
Icy cut her off "I'll what? Regret? Already have. Numerous times. What's another thing to the list?"
"You've never killed someone before." Darcy looked to the floor.
"It's not even alive." Icy's voice doubled in volume.
"Not yet, but he or she will be." Darcy looked back into her sister's eyes.
"Yes. It will be. And it will only serve to remind me of it's father. I don't want to remember it's father." Icy finally snapped, a tear or two trickling down her cheeks. Darcy reminded silent, frankly she didn't know what to say. What do you say to someone in Icy's position? I know how you feel? That would be a load of crap and Darcy knew it. It'll be okay? Also a pretty big load of crap.
At last Darcy found something to say. "Did they at least catch him?"
"Them." Icy corrected, her tone now void of any emotion. "As far as I know they're dead." She paused "Backfired spell. Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante solid. Just like they should be."
"Well at least you don't have to worry about them coming back." Darcy pointed out.
"That's just it. I want him to come back." Icy hissed. "I want to be the one to freeze him solid. And I want to do it slowly and painfully." Darcy opened her mouth to speak, but Icy continued with her ranting. "And if I do have this baby I'd amor to do the same to it."
"You wouldn't do that." Darcy protested.
"And how do you figure this?" Icy lifted an eyebrow.
"Because I know you, I've known you since we were children." Darcy declared.
"Yes, and you know me well enough to know that I'd be a horrid mother." Icy added.
"You took care of Stormy and I just fine. Remember that time when Stormy was practicing with her magic and--not only zapped herself pretty good--but propelled herself right into the pond? You were the one to go in and save her before she sunk to the bottom like a boulder. And you were the one to comfort her and encourage her to keep practicing despite her fear." Darcy recalled. "You can be a mother. A good mother. You're just afraid to be."
"I'm not afraid." Icy muttered firmly.
"Then prove it. Show me that you're not afraid." Darcy challenged. And without another word she made her way into the room over. Her lack of sympathy could kill. But Icy couldn't argue that such a lack of sympathy was really the only way to get through to her...the comforting and soothing would come after she carried the baby to full term. And probably every now and again throughout the other eight months--six as of this date. Icy let out a fairly melodramatic sigh and placed a hand on her belly once more, she'd be off to the hospital alright, but with a much different task.
Darcy always did have this infuriating way of getting Icy to see it her way. Without even having to resort to her deceitful powers.
Icy cut her off "I'll what? Regret? Already have. Numerous times. What's another thing to the list?"
"You've never killed someone before." Darcy looked to the floor.
"It's not even alive." Icy's voice doubled in volume.
"Not yet, but he or she will be." Darcy looked back into her sister's eyes.
"Yes. It will be. And it will only serve to remind me of it's father. I don't want to remember it's father." Icy finally snapped, a tear or two trickling down her cheeks. Darcy reminded silent, frankly she didn't know what to say. What do you say to someone in Icy's position? I know how you feel? That would be a load of crap and Darcy knew it. It'll be okay? Also a pretty big load of crap.
At last Darcy found something to say. "Did they at least catch him?"
"Them." Icy corrected, her tone now void of any emotion. "As far as I know they're dead." She paused "Backfired spell. Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante solid. Just like they should be."
"Well at least you don't have to worry about them coming back." Darcy pointed out.
"That's just it. I want him to come back." Icy hissed. "I want to be the one to freeze him solid. And I want to do it slowly and painfully." Darcy opened her mouth to speak, but Icy continued with her ranting. "And if I do have this baby I'd amor to do the same to it."
"You wouldn't do that." Darcy protested.
"And how do you figure this?" Icy lifted an eyebrow.
"Because I know you, I've known you since we were children." Darcy declared.
"Yes, and you know me well enough to know that I'd be a horrid mother." Icy added.
"You took care of Stormy and I just fine. Remember that time when Stormy was practicing with her magic and--not only zapped herself pretty good--but propelled herself right into the pond? You were the one to go in and save her before she sunk to the bottom like a boulder. And you were the one to comfort her and encourage her to keep practicing despite her fear." Darcy recalled. "You can be a mother. A good mother. You're just afraid to be."
"I'm not afraid." Icy muttered firmly.
"Then prove it. Show me that you're not afraid." Darcy challenged. And without another word she made her way into the room over. Her lack of sympathy could kill. But Icy couldn't argue that such a lack of sympathy was really the only way to get through to her...the comforting and soothing would come after she carried the baby to full term. And probably every now and again throughout the other eight months--six as of this date. Icy let out a fairly melodramatic sigh and placed a hand on her belly once more, she'd be off to the hospital alright, but with a much different task.
Darcy always did have this infuriating way of getting Icy to see it her way. Without even having to resort to her deceitful powers.
