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palvichemical · 7 months

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Going Beyond Lather: Exploring the Versatile Uses of Sodium Lauryl Ether Sulphate

Sodium Lauryl Ether Sulphate (SLES) is a prevalent constituent present in numerous personal care and household commodities. SLES is well acknowledged for its efficacy in generating a substantial lather in various personal care products such as shampoos, body washes, and soaps. However, it is important to note that SLES possesses a diverse array of applications beyond its foaming attributes. Unleash innovation with premium SLES. Being a leading SLES supplier in Saudi Arabia, Palvi Chemicals provides solutions that embody quality and reliability.

This blog post aims to explore the various applications and advantages of Sodium Lauryl Ether Sulphate, elucidating its importance beyond its role as a simple foaming agent.

The Basics of SLES (Sodium Lauryl Ether Sulphate):

The fundamental principles of SLES encompass its composition as an anionic surfactant, which is obtained by the ethoxylation process of lauryl alcohol and subsequent reaction with sulfuric acid. The exceptional surfactant capabilities of this substance can be attributed to its molecular structure, rendering it very efficient as both a cleaning agent and a foaming agent. The technique of ethoxylation enhances the water solubility and skin mildness of SLES, hence making it a widely preferred option for the development of personal care products.

Cleansing Agent in Personal Care Products:

The main function of Sodium Lauryl Ether Sulphate (SLES) is to serve as a surfactant and emulsifier, facilitating the process of cleansing and eliminating dirt and oils from both the skin and hair. The foaming characteristics of the substance contribute to the formation of a gratifying lather, hence augmenting the perception of hygiene during individual grooming practises. SLES is frequently used in many personal care products such as shampoos, shower gels, facial cleansers, and hand washes due to its notable efficacy in washing.

Enhancing Formulation Stability:

Sodium lauryl ether sulphate (SLES) plays a vital role in enhancing the stability of formulations in a wide range of personal care products. The maintenance of product homogeneity and consistency is facilitated, hence preventing the separation of its constituent elements. The maintenance of stability is of utmost importance in ensuring the delivery of a satisfactory and operational product to consumers, hence enhancing the overall user experience.

Solubilizing and Dispersion Agent:

SLES functions as a solubilizing and dispersion agent, facilitating the homogeneous blending of various constituents and ensuring a uniform texture throughout the product. This attribute holds significant value in the context of lotions, creams, and other emulsified skincare products, as it enables the efficient blending of various ingredients to achieve optimal product efficacy.

Degreasing and Cleaning Agent in Household Products:

In addition to its application in personal care products, SLES is widely utilised in household cleaning goods, including dishwashing solutions, laundry detergents, and multipurpose cleaners. The surfactant qualities of this substance facilitate its ability to effectively penetrate and remove oil and dirt, rendering it a highly important component in goods that require robust cleaning capabilities.

Foam Stability in Bubble Baths:

The stability of foam in bubble baths is dependent on the presence of SLES, which plays a crucial role in both the generation and maintenance of foam. This attribute of SLES contributes to enhancing the overall bathing experience by ensuring a sustained and pleasurable foam formation. The foam generated by SLES introduces a whimsical aspect to the bathing regimen, rendering it a widely favoured option in the composition of bubble bath products. Precision in SLES supply, guaranteed strength. Partner with Palvi Chemicals, an excellent SLES trader in Saudi Arabia, to ensure your formulations are backed by the best.

Compatibility with Other Ingredients:

Sodium lauryl ether sulphate (SLES) is renowned for its remarkable compatibility with a diverse range of other components, rendering it an exceptionally adaptable option for formulators. The substance has the capability to be blended with a diverse range of additives, scents, colours, and other active components while maintaining its efficacy and stability.

Dilution and Cost-Effectiveness:

SLES is commonly employed in diluted formulations, rendering it an economically advantageous component for producers. The capacity of the substance to retain its efficacy even when diluted allows manufacturers to attain the desired characteristics of the product while maximising cost efficiency.

Environmentally Friendly Surfactant:

SLES is widely regarded as a more ecologically sustainable alternative in comparison to certain other surfactants. The biodegradability and comparatively reduced environmental effect of this material render it a favoured option among ecologically aware consumers and producers.

Final Thoughts:

Sodium Lauryl Ether Sulphate (SLES) has a wide array of applications that extend beyond its commonly recognised foaming characteristics. The multifunctional properties of this substance render it an essential constituent in a wide range of personal care and home goods, serving as a cleaner, stabiliser, solubilizing agent, and other functions. The continued evolution of consumer preferences and the increasing demand for goods that are both effective and multifunctional highlight the ongoing importance of SLES in the formulation and development of various products.

A comprehensive comprehension of the multifarious applications of SLES is of paramount importance for manufacturers and customers alike, as it facilitates the ability to make well-informed decisions and enhances the overall quality of product experiences. When utilising a product that contains Sodium Lauryl Ether Sulphate (SLES), it is important to acknowledge its multifunctionality and the diverse functions it fulfils in enhancing the efficacy and satisfaction of the said product. Deliver excellence with pure SLES. Collaborate with Palvi Chemicals, a distinct SLES distributor in Saudi Arabia, for tailor-made solutions that drive success.

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themaresnest-dumblr · 1 year

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Raiders Of The Lost Island Consignment Shop - Part 125

PART ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX TO FOLLOW!

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i-want-candy · 2 years

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Best Friend’s Brother ! [Kandy]

@sonotthedrama

"How’s the beginning of your semester going?” Candace asked as she plopped down at one of the picnic tables outside in the castle courtyard. It was a nice day. A little brisk, but hardly so for a midwesterner. She wanted to enjoy the weather before it was too cold to do something like this.

She was between classes, still jittery after them, considering she’d changed her major and felt like an idiot, an upperclassman amongst much smarter freshers.

“I feel like I’ve barely seen you!”

That was partially because Candace was obsessed with her new girlfriend, but she didn’t want to be that person who dropped all her friends for her girlfriend. (Candace was definitely that person.)

[outfit]

#swynkim #kandy #best friend's brother #outfit #since lauryl posted that song #it's now all i can think about #in relation to this plot #and yes i listened to it #while writing this

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simba-bonfamille-lyons · 1 year

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Born to Be Yours - Imagine Dragons

I know I've given up A hundred times before But I know a miracle Is not something to ignore

You take me for a fool You take me for a fool

I never knew anybody 'til I knew you I never knew anybody 'til I knew you And I know when it rains, oh, it pours And I know I was born to be yours

#music #simber #simber stuff #inspiration #lauryl doesn't like imagine dragons much #but this song is a simber song :)#i never knew anybody til i knew yoooOOhHHoou #Spotify

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gem-morey · 2 years

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A Wind Blew Out of a Cloud 🔥 [Snow Quartz]

@lady-snow-flower

The Hauntley Manor Inn (kind of a mouthful of a name, eh? He’d remarked that once and Snow had rolled her eyes--saying something about historical or distinguished or proper, blah blah blah.)

Gem had gone up to the front and then skirted around to the back, taking in as much of the damage as he could see from the outside. Curious and wanting to be prepared when he finally went to find Snow. Which he did. Setting down the ladder, leaning it against the side of the house and dropping his tool box. He probably wasn’t going to get much work done today anyway. Just--examining, coming up with a plan.

He opened the back door and wiped his feet on the mat before ducking inside. Jessie was in the sitting room. He gave her a nod and she pointed him in the direction of Snow, who he found setting out vases of new flowers in the Rose Room for brunch. The crystal glasses glinted in the early morning sun.

“At least the storm didn’t take out the sun room, hm? Who built it? Clearly it is well-made.” He leaned against the door frame.

[outfit]

#swynsnow #snow quartz #a wind blew out of a cloud #lookbook #lauryl actually did the amity plot #so we'd have more reasons for snow quartz to interact #fun fact #brownie points to anyone #who gets this convoluted reference #(of the title)

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sunxxblessed · 2 years

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I’m curious, what does your muse name their Mabari companion? Here are mine:

Brennon Cousland: Loghain (after his childhood hero. He thinks it’s hilarious when he introduces dog Loghain to human Loghain at Ostagar. Human Loghain is not amused)

Amara Cousland: Gil (after her childhood best friend and first boyfriend, Ser Gilmore)

Lauryl Cousland: Moira (after the Rebel Queen, Alistair’s grandmother)

Rosalie Amell: Ser Thrask (after a kind Templar who helped her adjust to life in the Circle as a little kid in Kirkwall)

Theron Mahariel: Fen’Harel (he’s just a little shit and thinks it’s funny ok)

Aurelia Tabris: Shartan (after the legendary elf that fought with Andraste)

Pyke Brosca: Barkspawn (they just think it’s cute and also fitting)

#&headcanon/amara #&headcanon/Lauryl #&headcanon/Brennon #&headcanon/Pyke #&headcanon/Rosalie #&headcanon/Theron #&headcanon/Aurelia #I’m modern verse tho #Theron names his dog Sora #after kingdom hearts lmao

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mamabear-elinor · 2 years

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After the War -> [Brave Women]

In which Elinor, Merida, Harris, and Hamish deal with the aftermath of the battle at Best Castle...[takes place: July 02]

@heart-of-dunbroch

[tw -- discussion of death/murder(?)]

MERIDA: The battle was over.

It didn’t feel that way though, did it? Not for hours later. Not even when she wiped the blood from her split lip and let her curls down, or stepped into the shower to wash off the dirt and grime. As the water washed over her, she closed her eyes and saw the room she and her family had stood in, moments before the glass had shattered. The story wasn’t supposed to end that way– though Merida couldn’t imagine any other ending. And so she replayed it to keep the battle alive. Merida was always more focused and more herself when she had something to fight.

But there were other things to do. Hubert had disappeared– fleeing, she assumed, with the few knights who escaped into the wood, to regroup and form some plan. But Harris and Hamish had stayed behind. Even after watching the glass shatter– they were here.

She’d taken them to a guest room, recently spruced up by their mam. Gave ‘em towels and showed them the shower and how to get the hot water (the system was so old, it took a lot of fiddling.) And as they cleaned themselves, she’d gone back up to that room where she’d looked Elinor in, bringing with her a massive blanket. She’d opened it and found Elinor sleeping, all curled up like a child. Merida put the blanket over her and sat with her until she woke up.

When she did, it all felt like too much to explain. The words were rocks in her mouth, especially when Elinor asked if it was over– and Merida couldn’t answer one way or the other.

But she’d told her the worst of it, in the most gentle way that Merida could (though more for herself than Elinor, if she were honest.)

Da attacked me. You turned into a bear, she said to her mother. And then he fell.

Elinor could fill in the blanks.

Now it was another hour later and the leftovers of the DunBroch family gathered downstairs. Elinor had made tea rather frantically. Merida scrounged around for leftovers for the boys to eat, and came up with some warmed-up beef stew.

She set down the bowls in front of them and collapsed in her own chair. “Dig in then,” she said, because she wasn’t sure what else she should say.

Hamish picked up his spoon and scooped up some vegetables, then let it plop back into the bowl. He sniffled, face all red from crying.

Harris sniffed it and made a face.

“Oi,” said Merida. “It’s edible, ye oafs. Don’t be like that.”

“I hate rutabaga,” mumbled Hamish.

ELINOR: Elinor hadn’t said anything since Merida had informed her of what had transpired in that cursed tower of the castle.

She hadn’t cried. There had been nothing but cold. All she had done was tell Merida thank you and given her instructions to find the boys rooms and something to wear. Put them together, she’d said, her voice just as it always was when she was doling out instructions, but Elinor felt as if she was very far away from it. Instructions were easy. Elinor could do them in her sleep. Fergus used to joke that she did sometimes, waking him up to tell him that the windows needed to be fixed or there was a piece of fence needing mending in the pastures.

Fergus.

Elinor felt as weak and shaky as she always did when coming down from a transformation, but there was something different about it this time. No matter what, it felt like she couldn’t get warm. She went to her room and turned the shower onto the hottest setting and stood under the stream as her skin went red and angry, but she hardly felt it. Her hands ran through her short hair and she thought about how much Fergus had loved her hair, how he had never wanted her to cut it. How it had been all the way down her back for most of her adult life. Now, it felt too short. There was nothing to grasp.

If she cried in the shower, she didn’t realize it. And when she stepped out, she was still shivering. She dressed in a knit green sweater and a pair of jeans. It wouldn’t do for the boys to see her in a pair of pajamas. They would find that odd and Elinor did not want to make the changes between them all any more glaring.

In the kitchen, alone, Elinor set about making a tea. Merida appeared, silently, and the boys trailing her as they always did like little ducklings. No one said anything. Merida set out bowls for stew. Elinor didn’t know if she could eat it. It was a stew she had made a hundred times. One that she always had on hand. It was a family recipe. A stew for colds. For broken hearts. It could mend anything, her grandmother used to say.

Nothing, Elinor thought, could mend this.

Elinor made the tea. Merida’s black. Harris’ with a dollop of honey and milk. Hamish with a spoonful of sugar. She set the mugs down in front of all of them.

Merida broke the silence first. She said nothing really, but Elinor felt the moment rend through the air anyway, like a clap of thunder. Primly, she sat in her own chair, across from her children.

“Ach, just eat,” she told them both and took a firm bite of her own soup, even if it tasted like ash in her mouth.

Both boys did as they were told. Elinor wondered if this was from years of conditioning, having not forgotten their mother’s command; or if it was because they were afraid of her. Both options made her want to scream.

Elinor knew that she was not a perfect mother by any stretch, but she tried. She wanted to try now, but she had no idea where to start.

“Boys--” Elinor started, then stopped again, glancing at Merida. She didn’t know why. This was not Merida’s responsibility.

“Do you want us to eat or to talk?” Harris grumbled in that sharp way of his.

Elinor cut a look at him. “I just--I wanted--” she fumbled again “--to say I am sorry.” Her own eyes filled with tears for a moment, but Elinor had many years of practice at putting her tears somewhere else. Saving them for later. Or for never at all.

MERIDA: Merida could count on one hand the times that Elinor had apologized. Her mam had the infuriating flaw of always thinking she was right. (Merida had this flaw too; what DunBroch didn’t?) And so there was the time that Merida became a werewolf and Elinor had apologized before sending her running into the hills of the Sneck, away from her warring father.

And then there was this. Now.

Merida sat there, not touching her own stew, as her mother tried to put together the apology. But it was harder than anything, wasn’t it? More fragile than glass, more particular than a piece of embroidery. Elinor was a woman who made things, whether that was a supper or a weapon within the forge. But she faltered here. Apologies were made of more mysterious things than words, weren’t they?

She felt compelled to say she was sorry too. But she had already. She had a million times. Merida had started to suspect that a sorry said by her meant nothin’ more than a ‘good day’ or a ‘good bye.’ And so she sat there, grim-faced. She watched her brothers.

They were quiet too, either waiting for Elinor to say more or…

It was Harris who spoke up after a few long, tense seconds.

“Are you sorry Da’s dead or are you sorry you killed him?” he said grimly.

Merida frowned at once. “Ach, Harry. Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” said Harris. “It’s a good question.”

“She can be sorry for both.” Merida tried to defend Elinor. Her eyes darted to her mam. “She didn’t– it’s a curse, it’s not like me. She can’t control it. It isn’t her fault. He would have killed me–”

“I know,” said Harris. He was trying to be tough, but the tears had returned. He sniffled. “I know that.”

“I didn’t know the curse part,” mumbled Hamish. His lip wobbled. When he looked up at their mam, it wasn’t with any of the uncertainty that Harris carried, like Harris was trying to figure out if he wanted to stay or go, if they were the enemy or not– if he had made the wrong or right decision.

Gentle Hamish, instead, was simply scared. “Is it like Mor’du?” he asked. “W-will you turn into a bear one day and never come back?”

ELINOR: Elinor flinched at Harris’ words. Despite the squareness of her shoulders and the straightness of the spine, she felt fragile as glass.

Dead. You killed him.

The women of the Order were no stranger to death. They cleaned the wounds of the dead as the living, before sending them off to their coffins. She had done it for a few DunBroch men, a few Briar ones too. Her hands had touched death before, felt it’s cold but never had it been inside of her. She felt those words now: you killed him, pressed like ice against her heart. She wondered if it would spread. If she would always be cold. Fergus had never talked to her about the burden of killing, even when Elinor used to wash his shoulders in the shower and pretend the tears he cried were just water.

And now—she wished she could ask, for who else was she supposed to? How was one to move forward? Especially when she couldn’t remember it. The last thing she did was Fergus looking at her, his sharp, blue eyes betrayed. And how she had loved him and hated him all at once.

Harris had those same blue eyes. Deep and cold as the lochs.

Hamish’s were softer, a Briar blue like skies. They were wide and wet now as he mentioned the curse.

Again, Elinor did not know what to say. The truth was that yes. She could disappear into the bear and never return. They didn’t know. Howl had warned of it. Elinor felt it, every time she came back: the ache in her bones to return to the bear and never think about all of these complex, human emotions again. She did not remember much of the bear, but she did know that it was simple. It wanted simple things. Oh, how Elinor wished she did as well.

“Donnae fash about that.” Elinor tried to smile but it was thin and thready as her nervous heart.

“Donnae treat us like bairns, Ma,” Harris said again, harsh despite the tears in his eyes. “Tell us straight.”

When Elinor looked at her boys all she saw was the wee bairns that had been laid on her breast. But now she looked at them and they were taller and leaner, some of their baby fat having dropped away, though it still clung stubbornly to their cheeks. Harris especially looked much older as he struggled to hold back his tears.

“It doesn’t matter right now. It—it isn’t going to hurt you,” Elinor fret. “There will be plenty of time to discuss all that. We—we must get you settled first.”

“Ma—“ Hamish protested softly.

“Eat your stew!” Elinor commanded, taking a bite of her own. She did not say it harshly, but with all the force she could muster. Her voice was still thin and frail. “You mustn’t go to bed on an empty stomach.”

MERIDA: Merida’s eyes darted from her mam to her brothers, following the back and forth. This was strange. It was strange because it was not strange at all, but exactly the same as it might’ve been if she was back in Cawdor and all those old stone walls were listening in. Though Merida had been gone years and years– though age had given Hamish and Harris height and dots of acne on their faces– they were still the same. This was her mam. These were her rowdy, too-smart brothers. If Merida let herself, she’d get weepy, as she realized how grateful she was to be sat here at the table again, listenin’ to Elinor nag them both.

But she’d weep for other reasons, if she let herself get started. After all, the table was not complete. There were only four DunBrochs here. Four sets of spoons clatterin’ against bowls. Four glasses on the table. Merida was used to an empty table, for many years it was just herself, but now it felt emptier than it had then when she looked to where her da would have sat, when she heard the places where bold and brash Hubert would have chimed in.

He would have probably said something right now about how he wouldn’t finish his stew until Elinor told ‘em the truth. He was always the first to step out of line and not care about the consequences. That’s what set him apart from Harris, who stepped out of line plenty, but got away with it more.

He should be here now.

Maybe it was out of missing, then, for her last brother, the brother most like herself and like Da, that Merida spoke up. “Mam’s dealin’ with the curse,” she said. “It’s not gone as far as Mor’du and it never will. It’s triggered by anger and– ye know Mam–she’s got it handled.”

“How’d it even happen?” said Hamish glumly.

Merida shrugged. “Dunnae.”

“Probably the Order,” said Harris. He scoffed. “Bunch of hypocritical gits.”

Merida blinked, sitting up straighter at that. Even Hamish glanced at his brother in surprise.

“Well they are, we all know it. Everyone goes along and never says shite, but innit that the reason you left anyway?” said Harris as his sharp eyes landed on Merida.

“Well… sort of,” said Merida. “I think the whole murderin’ innocent people thing was more the reason–”

“Same thing,” said Harris. “Everyone says one thing, and does another. We say we don’t mess with magic, but we get fairy gifts and enchanted weapons and curse people who disagree with us. I thought maybe it was just cuz the king but– he died and it didn’t change. Mam’s curse just proves it.”

Merida sucked her teeth. “Yeesh. You always were too smart for yer own good.”

ELINOR: Merida came to her defense. Elinor blinked, thrown off by this, not sure if she had heard correctly. She was quite used to being the bad guy. It was usually Hubert and Merida on one side. Harris, well, it depended on the argument, and Hamish did not like to take sides, for he did not like arguments. And Fergus—well, he had never been any help when it had come to discipline. He had found Merida’s disregard for ladylike tradition to be funny, until it was too big of a problem and then, he had blamed Elinor for not having controlled her better.

Her and her daughter never agreed. Elinor could not remember a single time that Merida had ever thought that Elinor had something handled.

The funniest part—in the most ironic way possible—was that Elinor did not believe she did. After all, she had just lost control and killed her ex-husband. Part of her didn’t understand why Merida would take her side at all. She wanted to protest. To tell Merida to hate her, because wouldn’t that be easier? Better for all of them?

But she simply stayed silent. That was something else Elinor had learned over the years. How to be silent. For all her ability to corral her children, she also had learned that sometimes, she was simply speaking to several brick walls. It had been useless, so she had just tucked her anger somewhere under her ribcage and stayed silent.

She stayed silent as her son so succinctly summed up what had taken her entire life to realize. The guilt burrowed itself deeper, like a worm inside of her heart. How long had Harris thought this? How long had he been alone? What would have happened if they had not gone to war and torn the Order out by its teeth?

“Yes, it was probably the Order,” Elinor said after a long moment.

Harris’ eyes turned back towards her and behind that sharp expression, he could see that he was still wary.

“I wish—” Elinor paused again, her words twisted on her tongue. “I wish I would’ve taken you with me, when I left.”

“We wouldnae come,” Harris said simply and dipped his head to take a bite of his soup.

“I woulda,” Hamish mumbled but followed suit.

“I dinnae want you to get hurt or—I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to find Merida or that she’d want to see me or…what she was like but—” Elinor reached across the table to touch Harris’ hand, then Hamish’s. “We’re together now.”

“Not Hubert,” Harris reminded them all harshly.

“No.” Elinor’s face crumpled.

“He’s a git,” Harris continued.

“I-I am sure he is just…confused. Hurt.”

“Or he’s a git,” Harris repeated, more angrily.

“Harris.”

Harris shrugged and went back to slurping at his stew.

“Donnae slurp.”

Harris slurped louder.

MERIDA: Merida snorted at Harris. Typical Harris. Couldn’t he be amiable for at least a moment, for Mam’s sake?

But Merida knew the answer to that, because she was the same. She saw parts of herself in all of her brothers. Hubert, she shared the most with. They were both reactive, bold, mouthy and take-charge. He only ever listened to Harris the same way that Merida really only listened to Belle these days– both Merida and Hubert hard-won, but once you did win ‘em, you had ‘em for life. And so she understood why Hubert hadn’t stayed. He had taken the first opportunity, in the madness of battle, to split and run back to the people who he trusted. The people who had raised him. The people he owed his loyalty to. And after watchin’ his Da get murdered by a bear? ‘Course he didn’t want to stay!

If they were going to win him back, it would be Harris who convinced him.

And Harris– Merida was stubborn like Harris. She could be moody and grumpy, though she got over her moods faster than he ever did. Harris treated his moods like an ol favourite bone he carried around to chew on.

And as for Hamish– honestly, Merida struggled to see what she shared with him. She wasn’t a people pleaser. She didn’t cry easily. She wasn’t as fond of music.

But she did love her family. And Hamish did love them all, more than music, more than he’d ever loved the Order.

So yeah, this conversation was goin’ about as well as any. Since when had the DunBrochs ever had a conversation that wasn’t a mess?

“Anyway,” Merida declared (doing her normal take-charge thing; she was the eldest anyway!) “The only thing we can do now is move forward. We’ll eh– we’ll sort out rooms and all that. Get yourselves settled in.”

“Wait,” said Hamish. His spoon clattered into his bowl. “I thought…aren’t we all goin’ back to Cawdor?”

Merida scoffed at that. “Wha? No, we can’t. The Order would come and stab us in our sleep!”

“Well, I thought since we won the battle–”

“Won’s a bit of an exaggeration,” Merida said.

“But,” Hamish said, huffing. “But if Da’s not– then why couldn’t we–”

“It’s just too unstable right now, Hamish,” mumbled Harris next to his brother.

Hamish pouted. “I guess.”

“It’s alright, you’ll like Swynlake,” Merida tried to comfort him. She glanced at Elinor. “Right, Mam? It’s a wee town, but not so bad.”

ELINOR: “No, it isn’t bad,” Elinor allowed, smiling small and grateful at Merida before looking at her sons.

“It’ll be an adventure,” she encouraged them. “And, maybe, one day, we can return home. Just not…just not now. Things are dangerous and I don’t want anything to happen to either of you.”

Just the thought made her feel ill. She was already starting to fret over Hubert. The Order wouldn’t hurt him, of course, but he was a sensitive boy. He was going to be angry about what happened and anger could allow him to be twisted. Elinor just wanted him here too, so that all her children could sleep under the same roof again for the first time in years.

“Now, finish dinner. We will find you your rooms. Would you like to be separate or together?”

Hamish and Harris glanced at each other with expressions that Elinor could only just read.

“Together,” they said.

Elinor smiled. At least, some things had not changed about her sons. They were so much taller. They looked like young men. It was as if in the last year they had lost all of their baby fat. (This was not true, but it certainly felt that way now.)

“Very well. I will look into what it will take to get you enrolled at school.”

“Like--school school?” Harris asked, looking sharply at his mother.

“Yes, proper school.”

Most Order boys were homeschooled until university. They moved around too much as squires to have a proper education in a public or private school. Elinor had been in charge of their lessons until they’d gone off to squire. Then, their squiring families had taken over their education.

Hamish looked like he was going to be ill, but Harris had sat up somewhat.

“Do we have tae?” Hamish whined. “Cannae you just do it?”

“No,” Elinor said, “I--have to work.”

Hamish made another face.

“Come now, finish your dinners. And then it is off to bed with ye. All of ye.” She glanced at Merida too, her expression firm, though her eyes were still tired and watery. She just--needed to know that all her children were alone and safe in their beds tonight. Tomorrow…well, she didn’t know what she needed, but it didn’t matter. She knew what her children needed and she would do that. She would always do that.

#swynmerida #brave women #the dunbrochs #featuring harris #featuring hamish #after the war #the fall of rome #if there is one thing lauryl and i are gonna do #it's create family dynamics that fuck me up!!

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labellerose-acheron · 2 years

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Under Pressure *** [Helle]

In which Belle thinks there is one explanation for why she’s been feeling under the weather...[takes place early July]

@trip-downtheriverstyx

[tw -- discussions of abortion and medical anxiety, smol panic attack]

BELLE: It started with an inability to sleep.

Belle could not rest. She woke from nightmares or she just didn’t sleep at all, her brain running and running and never slowing down. Most nights the last two weeks, she’d slunk from bed at some point in the night or she never made it to begin with, sitting down on the couch or up in the attic, reading and reading to escape her own thoughts. She worried about the twins, and what the magic drain might mean for them, what it meant for Hades, what it meant for Toulouse, and all of Swynlake. Would they have to leave? Where would they go?

And she worried about the Order. When she closed her eyes, she saw the face of the man she’d killed. She didn’t regret it, but that was what bothered her about it the most. That she didn’t regret it and she didn’t care. It made her paranoid that the Order would come again and they would punish her family for her actions.

The last two weeks, Belle had done what she did best: threw herself into work and research. She spent every waking moment not at her actual job in the Swynlake archives, or working on the demon situation, or Amity’s case which was set for trial soon. She skipped meals and stayed up well into the night. Hades was running himself ragged too, attempting to find a solution.

In the last week, she had started to feel rather faint. She ignored this. As she usually did when dogged and determined to find answers to a problem she had. It was barely even a thought. If it was easy to ignore, that was what she did.

Until today, when it was no longer something she could ignore. She’d stood up and immediately sat back down to avoid a fainting spell. Cool sweat had broken out on her brow and her stomach twisted uneasily. The last time she’d felt sick like this--

And when was the last time she had gotten her period?

Belle had left work abruptly. She went to the Market and then home, texting Hades that she needed him to come home when he was off work, no staying late--that she was fine. Probably. But she needed him. She hadn’t even thought about it, really. Belle didn’t want to face the possibility of a pregnancy without him there. As soon as the thought had popped into her head, it had consumed her. She felt sick to her stomach, anxious and worried now for entirely different reasons.

When the door opened and Hades stepped in, the house was quiet. The twins were down for a nap, Opal was with Toulouse at the theater. It was just Belle, curled under a blanket on the couch, with a book in her lap and a mug of tea in her hand. She looked up at Hades and folded the corner of her book down.

“There is tea still on the hob,” she told him with a pinched smile, which was more or less an invitation for him to sit down.

HADES: Belle’s texts said she was fine, but everything else said otherwise.

He could sense the panic from here, and unfortunately there were many things that could have caused such abrupt messages, such urgent requests. The first thing that sprang to his mind was the Order, breathing down their necks. That was the immediate threat to his family. The battles were not over, the war hadn’t been won– were they coming back? Had they sent some kind of threatening message?

And then on his way home, even more possibilities sprang to mind. Something with the magic drain. Something with the demon. Something with the kids– but no, no, he would have heard of anything, Lou would have contacted them both if Aidan and Bellamy, for example, had been adversely affected by the drain (so far all it had done was help them both sleep much, much better, the only blessing in an otherwise shit situation.)

It could be all of these things at once.

It could be something brand new and terrible. As ambassador, and well, as mayor of Swynlake, there was always something to anticipate. Why not complicate his life further eh?

By the time he was home, Hades was not in the mood for tea. He wanted answers– or, he wanted information, so he could start brainstorming answers. Solving problems was the only thing that soothed him these days, even if most of the problems he solved came in the form of Wordle or the Daily Crossword.

“That’s alright,” he said to Belle and he went to sit down on the couch. She looked stressed– a little pale, and the way she’d curled up told him that the text she sent was a lie. She wasn’t ‘okay.’

He immediately reached out for her, his hand on her knee a light touch. “What’s this about? What’s wrong?”

BELLE: Hades scorned the offer of tea.

Which meant he knew something was wrong. Not that that was surprising, Belle wasn’t being very good at hiding it. Having asked him to come home alone was probably enough to set off alarm bells. Even with her reassurance. She felt guilty about that, but--

She was also glad that he was here. The tension moved out of her shoulders when he sat down on the couch. Her breath evened out. It was better that he was here. It was the right thing.

The guilt shifted as Belle did. She moved up against the pillows, her hand reaching out to cover his with her cold fingers. He wasn’t as warm as he usually was, but still warmer than her and that was comforting too. The guilt shifted into her ribcage, lodging there. She realized that maybe she should have taken the pregnancy test already. That way, she would just have the answers for him. She knew that he liked answers when a problem presented itself. Belle liked answers too.

Not that pregnancy was a problem.

Except that it was.

That was what the guilt had turned into, not for worrying Hades but…how she already felt about the hypothetical of a pregnancy.

She glanced away, her fingers nervously playing with Hades’, picking out up, letting it fall down, picking up the next. Her fingers slid over his wedding ring, tracing the jewels there.

“I--came home early from work today. I haven’t…been feeling very well,” Belle told him quietly. She dragged her gaze to his face. “I almost fainted and I have been very--sluggish and tired.” It was hard to get the words out, but it would be worse if she didn’t say it. That much she knew was true.

“It feels like it has before…when I was pregnant. I--bought a test, but I haven’t taken it. I wanted to…talk to you first.” Tears suddenly pricked at the back of her eyes, but she just blinked rapidly and sucked in a breath.

HADES: Shit.

As soon as she’d said the word (pregnant), his face had dropped. He was normally much better at guarding his expression. But Hades had been feeling like shite too. He’d also been sluggish and tired– and colder than normal– which he chalked right up to a combination of having his magic drained right from under his skin, plus the stress that came from being the mayor of a town with this problem. Of course he felt terrible. This summer was terrible.

A pregnancy would make it more terrible.

He shouldn’t feel that way, but to him, it was fact. Belle couldn’t get pregnant while the Order was still at large, and magic was dying, and there was a demon in the bloody woods that the entire town knew about and were sharpening pitchforks over. The twins were also still so young. And he hadn’t thought– honestly, he didn’t want more children. As much as he loved them, three was one more than he’d expected to have. He couldn’t imagine not having either Bell or Aidan, but he also couldn’t imagine some invisible fourth child.

And of course all of this was his fault. Or not exactly. He was careful. So was Belle. They took extra precaution. They didn’t even sleep together that often but–

The guilt crept in anyway, along with the fear. He swallowed and took a breath, because he couldn’t be all those things. Much as he had to be strong and calm for the town, he had to be strong and calm for Belle too.

“I see,” said Hades and he squeezed her hand. “Well– it’s possible you’re not, right? I feel tired all the time myself. We’re both under a lot of pressure. But, I’m–I’m here for you either way and we can talk about it…if it’s true.”

BELLE: Belle watched as Hades’ face fell and felt her stomach twist.

She was a bit surprised by it, though she shouldn’t be. This part of things was always a roller coaster. With Opal, they had been on such different pages. With the twins, Hades’ request had come as a total surprise to Belle--though, a pleasant one. And now…well, Belle wanted to believe that they were on the same page. That even with Toulouse, they couldn’t possibly handle any more children. Not with three toddlers and two full time--over full time--jobs. It was too much.

It had felt like too much, even just with the twins, for Belle sometimes. And she thought back to that horrible conversation she only half remembered when she’d been recovering, about how she didn’t want any more children. Maybe, in another year or so, if things were more calm--

Though, Belle wasn’t even sure about that. Not because she didn’t love her children, but because she was terrified of being pregnant again, of giving birth. She still had nightmares about it. She still had pain, from time to time, when she twisted funny or picked up something particularly heavy.

But that was the only conversation that she and Hades had ever had about it. That was a mistake, she saw now, because she didn’t know if he was saying what he was because of that conversation, or because he agreed with her.

Despite herself, a tear, and then another, fell from her eyes and she used the hand that Hades wasn’t holding to wipe them away quickly. She sniffled, her breath stuttering in her chest.

“I’m sorry,” she said, as it felt like the only right thing to say. Though, she wasn’t sure if she was apologizing for what she had said almost two years ago, or for the fact that she might be pregnant. “I-I have a test. I just…didn’t take it yet. I’ll, uhm…I can go do that.”

She didn’t want to. She would rather stay and exist in the limbo of not knowing. There had never been a moment in Belle’s life where she hadn’t wanted the answers but--now? Well, she thought she already knew. There was no other explanation for the way that she felt. It was too similar.

Belle got up, though. She let go of Hades’ hand and she went to take the test.

She was back, not a few minutes later, setting it atop the packaging on the coffee table. Folding herself back onto the couch, this time she wrapped her arms around Hades’ bicep and pressed her cheek against his shoulder.

“I’ve set a timer. It will take about five minutes,” she mumbled, sighing and feeling the exhaustion creeping over her again. She just wanted to sleep.

HADES: Belle got up to take the test and Hades did what he always did: approached the situation as logically as he could.

It felt obvious to him: neither he nor Belle wanted another child. They’d talked about it months ago, but they’d been on the same page then. Nothing had changed to indicate there would be a massive shift in opinion. They were both steady people, prone to swings to passion, but he didn’t think one of those would happen here, now, because of another baby. He couldn’t be 100% positive of course, but if he was trying to be rational and to predict the outcome…

But just because he might know the solution didn’t make that solution any easier to stomach.

And so he stopped there. One could consider this character growth on his part. He shut down his own rationalizing, realizing it was as futile an exercise as getting upset or imagining the other way. It was best to smooth out his thoughts and expect nothing. Because it might be nothing. Because like he had said– they were both tired and suffering in their own ways.

When Belle came back, she clung to him and Hades let her, putting a hand over the knee that was closer to him. This was probably better than anything he could say now too. There would be time to talk after the test.

And so all Hades said was, “It’ll be alright, you know. It will. Either way. No matter what.”

He believed it too; it was easy to believe, though, when the truth wasn’t staring you in the face. Hades was great at dealing with hypotheticals.

Eventually though, that time trickled down. It felt like it took a long, long time, even if it was only five minutes.

He checked his watch. “Okay er… I– that’s it then, yeah? Are you ready?”

BELLE: Time was up.

Belle was not ready. Despite what Hades had said, her mind had gone racing in the last five minutes. She couldn’t have another child, but if she was pregnant--

She would have to get an abortion. Belle didn’t want to do that. It wasn’t because she had anything against the concept of abortions in the abstract sense, nor would she ever judge someone for getting one. Honestly, she’d never even really thought much about them. But, she felt like she might judge herself. It wouldn’t be easy. How would she rationalize Opal? Having twins? But not another child? Who would probably be just as sweet and wonderful as them?

Belle didn’t want to, but she knew that she would. Maybe some would think that made her a bad mother, but she hoped that it could mean she was a good one too. She and Hades were already spread thin. Even with Toulouse helping, it wasn’t easy to have three children and big dreams.

She shouldn’t fret until she knew for certain, but Belle couldn’t help herself. Every beat of her heart felt like it was squeezing her tightly. And she wasn’t ready to know the truth, even as Hades told her it was time.

Eventually, Belle unstuck herself from him. Pulling away felt like some monumental task, like peeling apart magnets. Her hand was trembling slightly as she picked up the test.

Just one line.

The last time Belle had seen that line, she’d cried because she’d wanted a child so badly and it kept not happening. This time, she cried from relief. The test clattered back onto the coffee table and Belle covered her face with her hands, shaking her head as she wept. She wasn’t even sure why. Then again, Belle was often crying without really knowing why.

At least it wasn’t bloody hormones.

“I’m sorry,” Belle said as her shoulders shook. She felt relieved and ridiculous and guilty. Her face burning red. “I-I’m sorry I worried you. I--really thought. I’ve been--been feeling so awful. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

HADES: Hades had no idea what Belle’s reaction meant. She started crying and it could mean anything in that second– a child or no child.

And so Hades leaned forward quickly, taking the test up and seeing for himself. His whole body braced for impact. This was the hardest thing he felt he ever had to do, harder than defeating the Order, at least in that moment. He was ready to break down in tears himself, to hold Belle–

But there was just one line.

One line. Instant relief washed through him. His shoulders fell and he let the test fall too as he leaned back against the couch and let the news really sink in. They’d avoided it– avoided making a much harder decision, avoided trouble, more tests, more stress on their family and on Lou. But of course Hades also was conflicted with all this. He shouldn’t be this bloody happy, as if a baby was the worst thing possible.

Instead of lingering on his own feelings of guilt though, he shoved them aside and turned quickly to Belle, who was still crying.

He immediately put his arms around her and drew her closer, so her head could bury itself in the concave of his chest. Bloody hell, he wished his fire was brighter. He wished he was warm and fierce.

“Shh,” he said gently, rubbing her shoulders like he could get her warmer that way or else hold her together. “Not your fault. Not your fault at all. It’s– like I said, we’ve both been feeling ill, I don’t blame you– hey, hey, look at me…”

He pulled away so he could wipe the tears from her cheeks.

“Even if you were pregnant, it wouldn’t be your fault. We’re in it together, I told you.”

BELLE: Hades pulled her into a hug, squeezing her against him. Her face buried in his chest automatically, her hands curling like a child’s. She realized as he held her that it was panic--anxiety, bubbling up and then crashing over her. Her breath came in little gasps and she was trembling slightly but between that realization and Hades holding her so tightly, she began to calm down, so by the time Hades pulled back, she was still crying, but she was breathing more evenly.

Her hands followed his own, wiping at her face as she curled up small on the couch.

Hades didn’t blame her, Hades didn’t think it was her fault. It wouldn’t be her fault if she was pregnant, but it would be a fault. It would be a problem.

“I-I know,” Belle finally managed. “Sorry.” She didn’t know why she said it that time, maybe for making him doubt that she knew that, because she didn’t. She wasn’t afraid of having another child because of Hades. He was a brilliant father, probably a better parent than she was. He took to it naturally, felt such pride for his children. Belle still felt awkward and unsure most of the time. She loved her children, in theory, she wouldn’t mind more but--

She didn’t want to be pregnant again. Ever.

“I just really did not want to be--be pregnant and I feel awful thinking that way and I know the last time we talked about it; we didn’t even really talk about it. I-I just shouted at you and we fought and I never apologized. It was such--such a horrible thing to say at the time but…it’s still true and I don’t even know how you feel about it at all. I love our children but I just c-can’t do it again, Hades. The idea of being pregnant, of--of having another c-section.” Her head shook.

Belle was not afraid of a lot of things, but just the thought of being cut open like that again, of all the pain and recovery; how she had been afterwards, the post-partum--she felt cold, just thinking about it.

HADES: Eventually, Belle calmed. Her tears didn’t shake her body, though when she pulled away and he could look her in the eyes, they were still brimming there, spilling down her cheeks, one after the other, slow and gentle. He wished he could stop them entirely. But he also knew these tears were a culmination of a lot of things– of the past few weeks, even months. Though Hades didn’t cry often himself, he had cried enough in his life to know that sometimes it was the only medicine. Get it out, and you felt– clearer-minded. Fresher. Lighter.

So he let Belle cry. He let Belle talk.

Truthfully– he didn’t even remember, all that clearly, the fight she was talking about. Oh, he knew that it occurred, but they’d fought a lot during those darker months. He tried to bury them under better news. He shouldn’t have done that, he saw that now. Belle was right. They hadn’t exactly talked… about a lot of things.

“You don’t have to do it again,” he reassured her at once. Because no one should be made to go through something like that. Hades didn’t have any idea but–

“It was scary for me too,” he said. “I know– obviously, it wasn’t the same thing. But it was, scary for me. I wouldn’t want to put you in that position again, or make you feel lke it was something you had to do. And I know we haven’t really talked about it, but the last time we did– I still feel the same now as I did then.”

Hades took her hands and squeezed them. “I love our family,” he said in a softer voice. “I love Opal, Bellamy, Aidan, Lou– you. It’s the perfect size. I don’t think we need more kids. We’d probably have to get a bigger house if we did,” he joked lightly. “So don’t feel guilty when you’ve already given me so much.”

BELLE: You don’t have to do it again. Belle’s shoulders slumped in relief, just hearing that. She knew that Hades would never force her. He wouldn’t be able to. But--she also did not want a decision like that to cause strain between them. It was a relief to know that they were on the same page. In more than just logistics, she realized, as Hades continued talking.

It was funny, in a morbid sort of way, for Belle to realize that she hadn’t given much thought to how Hades had felt that day. Mostly, because it was a blur and something she tried not to revisit with any frequency. But now, she did think about it. She had almost died. Again. It seemed as if she was doing that with some frequency. She felt guilty for that too. For scaring him. For not having thought how it must’ve felt for him, to make those decisions about her, for her. That wasn’t how their partnership worked. She was glad, of course, because it meant she was still here.

Belle shifted on the couch, clasping Hades’ hand in both of hers and squeezing. “I agree,” she told him. “It is perfect, just the way it is. You all are--more than I ever thought I would get in my life and I would do it all over again for them, but--” Belle took in another shuddering breath, “--I can’t keep getting scared like this.”

It had already happened once before, when she’d fainted and thought she was pregnant, thought she was--sick. (That thought still lingered in the back of her mind, her mum had died when she had only been five. Opal was almost four. And why else would she be feeling this way?)

“T-the anxiety, I worry it will--affect other parts of our life.” This was still something that was difficult for her. She felt tongue-tied and like a silly little fool. All of her logic went right out of the window when the panic seized her mind. She could still feel the prick of it at the base of her skull. Her hands adjusted nervously around his. “Our--intimacy.” She made a little face, realizing she sounded like Claire.

“I-I don’t want that. I know--it’s not, well--it’s not a huge part of our relationship--” her face was red despite the crying. “But it is--still important. And I’m not sure--I am on birth control obviously, but that’s--failed us before. And if it…I would get an abortion but--I-I don’t like the idea of it.”

She knew abortions were perfectly viable options for people in all sorts of situations, but she was married, and she was a mother already…she found it hard to justify for herself if only because she’d think about it and see another Opal, another Aidan, another Bellamy. Not to mention, considering her last ordeal at the hospital, she wasn’t keen on any more medical procedures anytime soon.

HADES: He listened. These days, he was getting better at that. It came from therapy, yes, but also simply through experience. He and Belle had been married quite some time after all, and together a little longer than that. Through pure exposure alone– followed by trial and error– Hades had learned more about Belle’s communication style and what she might need versus what he thought might be best. It was still difficult for him to parse the difference at times, but he was improving.

And this was a conversation they’d had before, albeit a piecemeal version, in a different context. And so he listened, and to him, the answer was very obvious.

It didn’t make sure to continue to put the burden on Belle. He used condoms, yes, but birth control pills were much more difficult– you had to remember them, there could be side effects, and down the line, concern about blood pressure and all that. He knew; he’d read about it, done his research. And an abortion was similar in that it was something Hades could not help Belle with. He couldn’t take on the burden.

Hades was a man who believed in justice. In right and wrong. In black and white. He had stood before the scales and watched as a life was weighed in gold and in stones.

Right now, if their relationship was a scale, Belle was carrying more of the weight. That was wrong. But Hades could fix it.

“Then you won’t have to worry about that,” said Hades, squeezing her hand. “Look, I’ll just get a vasectomy. That’s the easiest option, isn’t it? And then we won’t have to worry about… about any of it. You can even go off birth control if you’d like, that’s completely up to you.”

But this part of the equation, Hades could take care of. And it made him feel better, to have control again…over something.

BELLE: Could it really be so simple?

Belle stared at Hades for a moment, trying to comprehend. She hadn’t even realized that she had been carrying this weight until right now, when Hades took it off her shoulders. Or, at least, put his hands under hers and lifted as well.

“A-are you sure?” Belle asked, her brow knitting together.

She knew nothing about vasectomies besides the term and the general concept. The recovery time for the procedure, what the procedure would actually entail--if there were risks, side effects. Birth control had all these things for women. Weight gain, weight loss, mood swings, depression, decreased sex drives, headaches, nausea, blood clots…she had done all the reading about those things when she had started taking it.

Hades didn’t seem concerned. Maybe he had already looked into it? Or maybe, to him it didn’t matter. She knew how much he hated feeling like he could do nothing to help.

“I would be the last person to ask someone else to get--some sort of procedure. Is it an easy option? I don’t know much about it.” She blushed again, more pink and sweet this time. She hated admitting to not knowing something. And she did feel a bit guilty considering he had done so much reading and research concerning her reproductive health for various reasons over the years, but she’d rarely given thought to his.

“I-I’d like to learn more, but if--if that is something you’d like to do…it is your decision. I will support you either way.

HADES: Hades had done just a little research a long, long time ago.

It had been after Belle was pregnant with Opal, during a time when Hades hadn’t thought she should get pregnant– starting school and all that. Not entirely on board with the pregnancy then, he’d turned to books to make him feel better. If he couldn’t prevent that pregnancy, what about future pregnancies? A vasectomy was one fool-proof option.

But then he’d had little Opal and he had loved her more than he loved anything in the world. He had known right away that he wanted more children. Perhaps not a lot more but at least one more, and so the idea of a vasectomy fell to the wayside. And, just like many things in life, it got lost among the day-to-day ins and outs of being a parent. Just as Belle sometimes forgot to take her birth control, he forgot that a vasectomy was something he’d once upon a time been interested in.

But now it had come back around and he remembered. At least, he remembered some things.

“I’m not an expert by any means, but I’m pretty sure it’s a simple procedure– much much easier than a c-section,” he said. Even this was an understatement, and he shuddered again to think of Belle having to go through that again.

“It’s not something I’d even have to stay overnight for. I’m not sure about recovery time and all that… I’m sure there’s medication I’ll need to take, probably won’t be able to have sex for a bit–” that didn’t matter to Hades, unless the length of time was something like… a month or two. But he doubted it. “And I’m not sure about cost either, since it’s an elective procedure. But we can research all those things and if we think it’s a realistic option– honestly, I even read somewhere you can reverse them, pretty sure.”

Not that Hades thought he’d change his mind. But if he did, it was nice to have a reset button.

BELLE: All of that sounded…well, remarkably easy.

It was surprising to Belle, considering everything that she had to go through with birth control and the like. And she found herself suddenly annoyed. Not at Hades, of course, but at the system that made those things different, both biologically and socially. Getting on her soapbox now would be silly and, honestly, she was far too tired for it but--really, if everything Hades said was true it was ridiculous that more men didn’t do it!

She couldn’t hide the way her expression had suddenly soured, but she shook her head to clear her thoughts and then smiled at him.

“Yes, that does seem like a rather good option in that case,” Belle agreed. “We don’t have to make a decision right now, we can look into it together. I can give you Tibbs’ number if you’d like, I am sure he is familiar with the procedure and can tell you better than anything you’d find online.” Belle would be calling him herself to discuss the matter, though she would also be doing other research of course. Just--when it came to medical things, there was no one she trusted more. He had always taken care of her, and she trusted him to take care of the people most precious to her.

“Thank you.” She leaned in to kiss his cheek. She sighed and snuggled back into the couch, her arm slipping over his chest, her head on his shoulder. She needed a nap. “For being so understanding.” It was an acknowledgement of how far he’d come, because she did recognize the growth. It felt nice to be able to have a frank, open conversation. She felt better already. Mentally anyway; physically--that was another story.

“I appreciate you,” she told him.

#swynhades #helle #under pressure #this was a nice para #i love helle #/pats them #this is another in lauryl and mine's series #PSA: vasectomies this time

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Just before Laurence left. // Don't go.

Do you think of me, sometimes?

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Asia Pacific (China, India, Japan, South Korea, Malaysia, Thailand, Vietnam, The Philippines, Australia, New Zealand, Rest of APAC)

Middle East & Africa (Turkey, Bahrain, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, UAE, Israel, South Africa)

South America (Brazil, Argentina, Rest of SA)

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