Post by Panic on Aug 22, 2019 10:08:43 GMT -5
(Another crack thread, Quinn? Yes. This time it’s Pandella being parents.)
Panic was...well you know the drill. He was lying face up and still as a board on the couch in the living room. He’d been doing this for several hours now. Nancy had just left for her first year at Tintagel and Panic could not stop running through all the horrifying things that had happened to him at that school in his mind. If she didn’t die in the first ten minutes it would be a miracle. He was hardly breathing. The only sign that he was still alive was the subtle shift of colors in his eyes as various deadly scenarios rushed through his troubled brain.
Panic’s appearance had changed some over the years. Despite the fact that he was immortal and could alter his appearance at will, winkles had appeared along the creases near his eyes and around his mouth. He looked older, more tired, but less erratic. Panic wasn’t fully aware of it, but he was subtly aging himself with Della. A sort of involuntary sympathetic bodily reaction to being in love with a mortal. He didn’t mind. She was everything to him. Her and now Nancy. His precious beautiful daughter, whom he had most certainly just sent off to her doom. A soft whimper escaped his lips and he blinked nervously.
“M-maybe we should w-wait til next year” he murmured pathetically. Another year to prepare her. Not that anything could really truly prepare her.
Panic was...well you know the drill. He was lying face up and still as a board on the couch in the living room. He’d been doing this for several hours now. Nancy had just left for her first year at Tintagel and Panic could not stop running through all the horrifying things that had happened to him at that school in his mind. If she didn’t die in the first ten minutes it would be a miracle. He was hardly breathing. The only sign that he was still alive was the subtle shift of colors in his eyes as various deadly scenarios rushed through his troubled brain.
Panic’s appearance had changed some over the years. Despite the fact that he was immortal and could alter his appearance at will, winkles had appeared along the creases near his eyes and around his mouth. He looked older, more tired, but less erratic. Panic wasn’t fully aware of it, but he was subtly aging himself with Della. A sort of involuntary sympathetic bodily reaction to being in love with a mortal. He didn’t mind. She was everything to him. Her and now Nancy. His precious beautiful daughter, whom he had most certainly just sent off to her doom. A soft whimper escaped his lips and he blinked nervously.
“M-maybe we should w-wait til next year” he murmured pathetically. Another year to prepare her. Not that anything could really truly prepare her.
