As on we go drowning Players: kisstheground, stainsofpink! Genre: Urban Fantasy Rating: PG-13 Is this RP open or closed?: Closed Notes: Taking place in 1975 "It should be illegal to have to be pregnant in the summer." Moira's voice carried through the little apartment though, outside perhaps a fly buzzing around the window, there was no one to hear. She was being somewhat over-dramatic, perhaps: London had generally mild weather, even with the low-grade heat wave that had been hanging over the city for the past two weeks. As it was, even when the weather was cooler a month before, Moira had felt too large, overheated, and it only grew worse as the weeks wore on. She felt overripe, nearly splitting like swelling fruit, the skin over her belly taught and dry, causing her to drag her fingers over the expanse repeatedly throughout the day, leaving behind bright pink tracks. Nights she lotioned, but it didn't help the itching, and sleep was more elusive with every passing day. And so, yes, it should have been illegal to be pregnant in the summer. And probably the spring, autumn and winter too. Pregnancy was possibly the most uncomfortable and disquieting experience she'd ever had in her life. She was naked, as she tended to be anymore, stretched out on the floor of the living room with a pillow jammed under her head. It was the coolest part of the apartment, under the buzzing fan on the table, and she kept a bowl of ice cubes next to her to bite on, a pile of magazines at her fingertips though she found herself impatient with the women pictured on the pages, sleek and pretty and carefree. That used to be her, and despite the sudden sense of wonder and delight the feel of her child dancing under her skin could still bring on, mostly, Moira was really bloody tired of this pregnancy deal. Shaun was off at rehearsals, again, forever, she was quite sure, and she was bored and sad and lonely and, frankly, beached. She was three weeks from her due date but as big as a house, and while lying on the floor had seemed like an excellent idea, she now found herself unable to get up. And, in that charming fashion pregnancy hormones had, she was damned well near tears because of it, hands pressed over her face and wishing she'd appear somewhere else, someone else, for just a little while.