...We Didn't. Did We? [Sparda/Invites]

[Silver Eyes]

Headaches; when did she get those? Amoura opened her eyes, blinked away the sleep and rolled onto her stomach while grasping her hair in handfuls. Her sinuses felt like picks were being forced into them repeatedly. Wait, her arms were bare. The vampire quickly sat up--oooh, her head still hurt!--and looked down. Well, she was wearing a shirt and pants so nothing like that happened, right?

That's what she thought until she realized that a bundle of cloth was squirming around on the floor by her feet.

Amoura catiously lifted up the blanket and her features blanched at what she saw: a baby. How the hell did a baby get in here?! Or better yet, was it...? Her nose twitched repeatedly and she breathed a sigh of relief. It was a human. That still didn't answer the question as to how it got in here and why.

"Uhhhh...Sparda?" Amoura sharply kicked in his direction.

[Sparda]

The shapeless mound of fabric that Amoura's foot collided with rolled to the side, and a tired groan answered her query. A few moments passed before Sparda emerged from beneath it all; naked from the waist up, his hair a lengthy mess not unlike his youngest son's, he sat up in the bed and clutched at his head. The demon felt like someone was driving a rusty rail spike into the back of his skull.

"Wow... When was the last time I had a..."

He trailed off when, looking about the room as he spoke, his eyes fell upon the infant bundled at Amoura's feet. He blinked bemusedly, sniffing at the air for any trace of supernatural blood from the child.

"Amoura... why is there a baby in the room with us?"

[Silver Eyes]

"I was hoping you could answer that but I don't remember a damned thing from last night." Amoura swallowed, straining the muscles along her throat in the process, and scooped the sleeping child into her arms only to place it on the bed. The Night Angel had never held one before and she didn't like the idea of having something that small being capable of keeping frustrated parents up all night.

"Uh..." Amoura sat back down on the bed, folded her arms and legs, blinked, looked at Sparda, felt a blush spread across her features and she quickly snapped her head down so he couldn't see it. "...we didn't do 'anything' last night did we? I mean, we are clothed enough but--." This was too embarrassing to continue talking about! How could she even imply something like that occurring when it's obvious it didn't happen! Maybe they did do it and they just put enough clothing back on to sleep? Oh, gods--that's worse!

[Sparda]

Sparda looked down at the child, noting Amoura's incorrect - somehow unsurprisingly so - hold. He, at least, had had experience raising children; so he bent over and took the infant in his arms, sitting up against the wall and rocking it slowly as he looked around.

"I should think not," he answered the vampiress... then trailed off reluctantly. "But I honestly can't remember anything about last night. The last thing I do recall is pouring my..."

Then it hit him. He'd have facepalmed if he had a hand free.

"The vial," he grumbled. "Whatever was in it must have spiked our drinks."

[Silver Eyes]

"Looks like it! And it tasted so good in the drink too. Michael has dabbled a lot into different herbs so maybe I got it mixed up. Not sure." Amoura stared down at the slumbering infant in Sparda's arms, for the moment forgetting that her brother must have once planned to have his way with her years ago, and found herself smiling at it. It was so adorable in its own way but she had to figure out where it came from.

"Well, it would have been impossible for it to be ours. I'll go look downstairs for any clues." It was also a great excuse to get out of the bed and away from the shirtless demon. The Night Angel sank into her own shadow and began looking around downstairs. It wasn't a mess--which she thought would have happened--but a small cradle was found with a note pinned to it.

The child had been abandoned by its parents and they must have taken it from the door in their drunken state...

[Sparda]

At Amoura's comment about the child not being theirs, Sparda couldn't suppress a laugh of concurrence.

"Thank Yahweh for that," he muttered jokingly. Holding the child, he swung his legs out from beneath the sheets and rose somewhat unsteadily from the bed. His headache refused to leave him alone, but the demon had dealt with worse. Nothing to be done but grin and bear it.

While Amoura was free to descend through the shadows, Sparda didn't want to risk the same method of movement lest it harm the child, so he elected to take the stairs down to the ground floor. When he reached the front room, his eyes fell upon the cradle by the door and a frown crossed his features.

"At least we had the decency to take it in off the street, drunk as we were," he mused. Shaking his head, the demon crossed the room towards the cradle and gently laid the slumbering infant inside, then cast his eye over the note.

[Silver Eyes]

There was nothing on the note indicating the child was abandoned. Instead, pinned inside, was some of the currency Hallowton took for goods but nothing else could be found. Whoever left the baby behind didn't care of its fate or who was taking it in. Harlots didn't exist in this city; did they? "Well, we're going to have to find a family for the baby. I'm sure there's plenty of barren women out there who'd love to have a child."

She knelt down to get a better look at it. Strands of her violet locks were sticking out everywhere, even in her face and she didn't bother pushing it all aside from her face. Well, it seemed harmless until it opened its eyes to stare back. The moment its toothless mouth opened in a yawn she was already on the other side of the room. Infants were so strange; she wasn't a fan of them.