Home Sweet Home [Liz/Abe]

[lizsherman]

[/b] March 7th
Time Frame: Mid-Morning
Place: The Library
Status: Closed only for Abe.

After finally arriving back to the Bureau, everything didn't seem to change that much. Only that of what she's heard, she has not covered every corner of the ground. She had been back for a couple of days already, yet she wanted to see everybody who meant the world to her, the only ones she can count was Hellboy and Abe. HB wasn't checked off the list, the same with Abe. Except they saw each other or rather Liz saw Abe, he was walking down the hallway with the Princess Nuala.

She never saw her brother so happy. You couldn't see him smile much but Liz herself could tell when he was happy. She could tell right before her eyes, gladly she hoped he was really happy and not just putting on a show yet when did Abe ever put on a show? Never. Elizabeth left the bedroom, hoping to run into Abe inside the library. He literally lived in there since the water and aquarium was inside of there. He loved the classical music and reading lots of books. Though the smell of rotten eggs made her sort of sick but she choose to not allow the look appear on her face.

She did not want to hurt Abe's feeling when he was looking so amazingly happy; she smiled to herself softly as she entered the library, hearing the music peek her ears immediately; catching a glimpse of Abe inside the aquarium. She slowly walked not to alarm him, coming close to the tank after she walked down the steps one step at a time not wanting to fall. God knows how clumsy she has became as she has gotten through each trimester of this pregnancy.

Liz walked over to the tank and looked at Abe, she placed her hand on the tank. "Hey Abe." Her voice spoke shyly. "I'm back home.." Liz said to him smiling still, or at least trying to seem a little happy, she was a little disappointed but not by Abe. Just by everything that has gone on with Hellboy. She wasn't here to walk about HB, only what's been going on with Abe and his life. She hoped he was not mad at her about leaving, he might understand. He might not since her track record in leaving and coming back was so long, it might just as long as Santa's Naughty or Nice check list.

And she was not proud of that record, she was trying..just it was hard, not easy at all. Especially when you are pregnant with twins and no one understands how you are feeling, only you do since you are woman carrying the two kiddos.[/ul]

[Abe Sapien]

The touch of water on his feet was heavenly and Abraham submerged the rest of his lanky frame into the crystal clear water of his library tank and drifted with his eyes closed. He breathed deeply and felt little air bubbles escape his parted lips and across his tightened skin. The natural waves his body initially made when he entered the tank from above spanned out and overlapped and he let the vague current of the filtration carry him. He always sank first before the natural buoyancy of his body took hold and he casually lofted a arm to turn himself and curled his legs under him. Slowly the drying tightness dissipated and he could feel his gills loosen with each breath. He mentally scolded himself to keep more hydrated and not completely forgot when in the princess’ presence.

Abraham smiled to himself and he twisted his body, curling his spine almost unnaturally as he turned himself completely upside down. He kept his legs tucked close and stretched his arms all the way out to his sides as if he was balancing. The days and nights she had spent with her, talking, sitting on the floor beside the fireplace with a mountain of books to be poured through, he wanted to hear everything about her homeland. She had been so patient with his questionings like a giddy child in school. Up until she had arrived, there had only been one woman in his life and he did miss his dear fiery sister. The ghost of her presence, lingering memories that were private echoed faintly. Red, angry, frustrated, the loss of his father great and Elizabeth, strong, scared and willing to remain with the big monkey. And in the silence of the library, he was privy to them. He looked once without meaning to weeks later but they remained forever in his own. The resonance of her was strong and it overshadowed her true company until she spoke.

"Hey Abe." Her voice spoke shyly. "I'm back home.."

He opened his eyes. “Lizzie,” his voice was always softer in his tank, his voice muffled by the thick unobscuring glass wall. He unraveled his body from the lotus position he had settled in and kicked off with his toes on the far wall to the single and small figure of her. It had been quite a while since he had last seen her but like every time, it was a joyous occasion to know she was back. The length of this time would be disputed later and he slid a webbed hand to met hers, matching their fingers. He didn’t say anything for a moment, though words were bubbling up from him. His other hand stalked up quietly and hovered on the glass near her protruding stomach and the man attempted to look sheepish as his palm squeaked sharply along the surface.

“It’s so good to see you.” Abraham curled his head and added a gentle “wait.” and pushed himself from the glass. “Don’t bother getting your flippers on, I’ll come out.” He raised his arms over his head, kicked to the surface and climbed up the metal railing to the open door that lead to the second floor. It didn’t matter that he was dripping wet and quickly made his way down the spiraling staircase and nearly tripped on an invisible crack as he halted to take in her glowing stature.

“Oh my.” His jaw dropped at the developing shape of her body and he raised a hand to politely cover his mouth. The pregnancy books he had looked through and studied before she had left didn’t cover twins and their size during the second trimester. “I mean,” he attempted to cover his shock with a quick medical follow up and lofted the previous hand on his mouth towards her as if to ward off any ill thoughts of wrong. “… oh my.”

The surprised tone was still evident but his words were softer and more upbeat. He was staring in a not so subtle way, his head tucked down in doing so as he was a good head taller then the women. He was unconsciously looking for all telltale signs of her heath. Abraham sighed and closed the gap between them and held out his hands. “You look absolutely radiate, you’re practically glowing. More so then usual, that is.”

[lizsherman]

[Abe Sapien]

He tilted his head curiously and rivulets of water dripped from his gills to follow a labyrinth path to the red carpet beneath him. The brief thought to grab a towel drifted but he had simply walked past them to see his beautiful bureau sister. It was surprising and wonderful and an absolute. He had worried when she left, like so many, and though he wanted to talk to his big red brother what could he truly say that didn’t feel like he was repeating a line from Dr. Phil. It frustrated him that he could not comfort the oaf in the same charismatic way of beer and singing. No, he had, had plenty of that.

"I know, I look terrible, don't I?"

“Never,” he replied and lofted his hand, folding the long slender fingers inward to avoid scratching himself on the jagged nails. Abraham swayed the lone digit while his other hand remained at waist, absently miming the rise of a stomach as he spoke. “I was simply not expecting, well… the gestational period of two different species is a little bit of a mystery.” He paused and blinked, moistening his eyes. “Maternity books don’t cover the fantastic.”

Abe shifted his feet, unsticking himself as the drying soles of his feet had a habit of suctioning themselves to anything. Spiderman had nothing on him. He withdrew his hand sharply at her acceptance and he realized he had unconsciously edged his palm closer towards her midsection. Had he been gifted with the face structure, or at least eyebrows, to express his emotions they would have been floating somewhere up. Unfortunately he always seemed to have a look of surprise and that had been delegated his normal face, rendering the physical look useless. Cautiously he extended his arm as if he was performing a delicate operation where the slightest twinge could disrupt the space time continuum. He made a note to make sure Tabby didn’t switch his Cowley for Rod Serling novels again.

Abraham glanced up at his friend and the simple act entrusted to him humbled him greatly. The first time had been a mere accident and the previous instances he had offered all seemed to be at the wrong time. Everything was so very different now. “Uncle,” he mused quietly and he touched fingertips just above her belly button. The spark of life was both soft and vivid, stronger then before and growing with every breath. He closed his eyes at the serenity of three souls that for the time being shared one body. Was this how Liz felt all the time? Did she hear and feel everything, the beat of a heart and one that mirrored so closely it sounded like fluttering wings.

“They’re…” What words could he say to convey the wondrous and he wished his brother to be here and share the precious gifts their love had made. “Beautiful.”

[lizsherman]

[Abe Sapien]

"So how have you been?"

With fingertips still pressed with ever so care across the rise of her stomach, Abraham was unintentionally privy to the undercurrents of his dear sister’s thoughts. He politely made the inner step away from the sweeping emotions but it was enough to gather what he already suspected. A frustrated uncertainty of the future, well deserved of any soon to be mother. Though the average mother, dare he say, had it easy. Abe drew his hand away, the strong heartbeats fading as he drew his elbows out and hands in at his waist. One didn’t have to worry about having a tail or randomly breaking out in a case of the emotionally link fire.

“Fairly well actually. I’ve been relatively busy with translating an eleventh century booklet of Syriac abjad with Evadne for the past two weeks. We also had a outbreak of animate toadstools brought on a faerie’s body that was uh, found in the air ventilation duct system. It was all very… Fantasia.” Abraham gave a small shrug of his shoulders. “especially when the cleaning staff was attacked by mops and brooms, but overall it’s been the usual.” He wouldn’t make mention of Liz’s replacement in the field. Dr. Corrigan had become a valuable asset in the short time she had been transferred.

…You really feel them too, don't you? probably just as I do."

How could he answer that, he was but a mere outsider spying on the inner workings of life. “They’re as healthy as a horse. Not that I’m equating them to equine!” Abe raised a hand as if to mentally push the words away. “Though horses were worshiped during the Iron Age and considered the epitome of the fairy tale hero’s steed.”

…It's different this time… way different, Abe."

A warm silence drifted after the raven haired woman trailed off and he curled his head before drawing his hands out and reverently placed them atop of Liz’s encasing the rise of her stomach. “He loves you dearly Liz, even a blind mage can see that.” He patted once across her knuckles and returned his hands to his waist. “I’ll never ask you why you leave,” He added a small wave of his fingers. “Those are your choices and who am I to command an opinion? But, know that I will always welcome you back. You’re family.”

"How has he been?"

Abraham tightened his mouth and gave a slight roll of his head and inhaled deeply. “How he always is. Getting into the usual trouble, pretending nothing’s wrong. He stays in some nights, gone the next.”

“Would you care to sit?” He gestured towards the Victorian loveseat near the crackling fireplace.

[lizsherman]