03-11-2016, 07:37 AM
Plot: A painter in 16th Century Italy has been hiding a secret from the outside world. The fact that he is pregnant, a male is enough to have the church on him. However hidden away in the contray side with his loving wife, the two have been riding the first eight months of the 'storm'. However will the final month go smoothly? And are the children actually human or the devil's work?
(looking for someone to play the wife; you can make her a supernatural if ya want.)
Dario gave a sigh as he set the brush down and set his hand on his large stomach. He hadn't a clue on how many was in there but he was positive it was more than one. It was so strange though...the only person he ever went to bed with was his loving wife. So why was it he ended up like this? He was pretty sure she would've run from him when he told her why he'd been gaining weight cause at the time he was making a rough guess. But instead, she stayed with him and gave all the support he was meant to give her during this part of her life. It did make him wonder, was it something in the wine from that night? Or...could something otherworldly be at work? It was hard to say what could've caused it though he was curious of the outcome. He wanted them to really be his children, a high chance of that already yes but to actually resemble his wife or himself in some way. Even though kids wasn't something he thought of much, it would give the chance to teach someone art again as he couldn't do that for the past nine months due to this secret. Besides his assistant was already off on their own, no need for him.
Feeling the youngster squirm inside of him, he felt a hard kick to the side and he winced. They were strong though...but at least they weren't all kicking at once. That was a horrible and the worst part? He was trying to sleep at the time when that happened. Well one kicking wasn't that bad. It always caught him off guard though. The sound of a door being shut caught his attention and he removed his gaze from his triplet sized stomach and looked to see his wife.
"Evening my dear, how are you?" Dario asked.
She was always lovely, no matter what time threw at her. To her though, she might see a bit of a mess as his short black hair was sticking up and on his clothes there were splotches of paint. Painting wasn't without a mess now and then. Even more so with youngsters kicking at you from inside of a ball of a stomach.
(looking for someone to play the wife; you can make her a supernatural if ya want.)
Dario gave a sigh as he set the brush down and set his hand on his large stomach. He hadn't a clue on how many was in there but he was positive it was more than one. It was so strange though...the only person he ever went to bed with was his loving wife. So why was it he ended up like this? He was pretty sure she would've run from him when he told her why he'd been gaining weight cause at the time he was making a rough guess. But instead, she stayed with him and gave all the support he was meant to give her during this part of her life. It did make him wonder, was it something in the wine from that night? Or...could something otherworldly be at work? It was hard to say what could've caused it though he was curious of the outcome. He wanted them to really be his children, a high chance of that already yes but to actually resemble his wife or himself in some way. Even though kids wasn't something he thought of much, it would give the chance to teach someone art again as he couldn't do that for the past nine months due to this secret. Besides his assistant was already off on their own, no need for him.
Feeling the youngster squirm inside of him, he felt a hard kick to the side and he winced. They were strong though...but at least they weren't all kicking at once. That was a horrible and the worst part? He was trying to sleep at the time when that happened. Well one kicking wasn't that bad. It always caught him off guard though. The sound of a door being shut caught his attention and he removed his gaze from his triplet sized stomach and looked to see his wife.
"Evening my dear, how are you?" Dario asked.
She was always lovely, no matter what time threw at her. To her though, she might see a bit of a mess as his short black hair was sticking up and on his clothes there were splotches of paint. Painting wasn't without a mess now and then. Even more so with youngsters kicking at you from inside of a ball of a stomach.