With special thanks to ohpossum and labellerose, I present you:

More Julia and Geneva.

Ocelle by Verity

"When will you be back?" she asks, quietly. The thin streak of light across her bed in the morning dimness is like a comet's tail, tracing through the dancing dust motes to track across her eyes. She lifts a hand to shield herself.

"We'll see," is the only answer she receives.

The light is blinding. She cannot remember a day in her life when she has felt so numb, so quiet.

"Is there any news yet?"

"No. Not yet. Go back to sleep."

"I -"

"Can't, I know. Never mind."

It is early morning. Nine, maybe. There is a streak of white gold sun stretching across her bed, and all she can think of is the thin, blade-like tendril of that light.

"Julia..." she murmurs, and the light shifts, swallowed up. Tens, hundreds of mornings like these, or nights, or afternoons, even. Once it had been the both of them; now it is just Julia, going out, doing what they've always done. Saving. It is Valentine's Day, nine in the morning, maybe.

"Ocelle." A halo of black hair frames a kiss, and Julia is gone.

She closes her eyes against the light... So many mornings. and she curls up, alone amidst the sea of linen that is her bed, bringing her knees up to the gentle swell of her belly that surrounds their daughter-to-be. So many mornings.

She feels the warmth of the streak of white light across her back, and feels comforted.