all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
There had been a moment when she had thought to direct her anger at Nashua. She remembers the recognition in his eyes when she had told him of Gale, as if he had known exactly what he was before he had flown off and left her there, half-healed and emotionally shattered. As if he knew exactly what had happened. Those first few days when she had been entirely consumed in her rage, she had thought of unleashing herself on the Freyr of the North. For not warning her, for allowing all this to happen. And while her anger had yet to fade, she realized that there was only one who truly deserved the brunt of it. And it wasn’t Nash.
For a moment they simply look at each other and whatever leftover hurt she feels towards him, over being kept in the dark, fades as she sees the regret in his eyes. And the storm amongst the green that matches the one inside her. He looks away and she follows his gaze to the northern lights. Once they had brought her much joy but now she can barely stand to look at them or her beloved stars. She hadn’t taken a night patrol in months, no longer having the stomach for it. It was pointless when she didn’t even have the heart to summon her shield anymore.
She remains quiet when he speaks, quiet in the pause that follows except for a slight ruffling of her feathers at the question that’s not meant to be answered. She says nothing to his bitter words, simply takes them and swallows them where they hit the wall of her grief. And just like that her anger fades, just for a moment, as the sadness rises and finally breaks free. The tears that had managed to break free that day she had been broken were simply from pain and anger. She hadn’t cried since. Until now where they stream freely and quietly down her cheeks, tracing dark paths along the savaged skin of her face, dropping from her tightened jaw where she grits her teeth.
Gale hadn’t been the first kind person she had met when she had returned to Beqanna but he had been the only one to stick around. Had been the first real friend she had in gods knows how long. She feels the ache of his loss surround her already bruised and broken heart and she turns her head away from his brother, unwilling to let him see this moment of weakness in her as she attempts to grasp the anger again, tries to feel its burn and nothing else.
It’s easier once he speaks of “It”. Gives her a chance to refocus as she clings to the surge of rage that stops her tears and drowns herself in it until the breeze dries the dampness from her cheeks. She snorts softly as he speaks of the North being banned from Hyaline. Has half a mind to challenge that ban right then and there despite the warning behind his words. Despite his heed of patience. “I’m tired of waiting Nashua.” She finally snaps, as if she hadn’t been patient enough these last few months alone on the Isle. She barely hears him now, a ringing in her ears drowning out his common sense and pain. Missing the way he includes her as family now. The flames of her anger encase her so firmly that when she spits her reply she includes things she hadn’t even meant to say. “I want to be the one that ends it. I want to kill it the same way it killed me.”
For a moment they simply look at each other and whatever leftover hurt she feels towards him, over being kept in the dark, fades as she sees the regret in his eyes. And the storm amongst the green that matches the one inside her. He looks away and she follows his gaze to the northern lights. Once they had brought her much joy but now she can barely stand to look at them or her beloved stars. She hadn’t taken a night patrol in months, no longer having the stomach for it. It was pointless when she didn’t even have the heart to summon her shield anymore.
She remains quiet when he speaks, quiet in the pause that follows except for a slight ruffling of her feathers at the question that’s not meant to be answered. She says nothing to his bitter words, simply takes them and swallows them where they hit the wall of her grief. And just like that her anger fades, just for a moment, as the sadness rises and finally breaks free. The tears that had managed to break free that day she had been broken were simply from pain and anger. She hadn’t cried since. Until now where they stream freely and quietly down her cheeks, tracing dark paths along the savaged skin of her face, dropping from her tightened jaw where she grits her teeth.
Gale hadn’t been the first kind person she had met when she had returned to Beqanna but he had been the only one to stick around. Had been the first real friend she had in gods knows how long. She feels the ache of his loss surround her already bruised and broken heart and she turns her head away from his brother, unwilling to let him see this moment of weakness in her as she attempts to grasp the anger again, tries to feel its burn and nothing else.
It’s easier once he speaks of “It”. Gives her a chance to refocus as she clings to the surge of rage that stops her tears and drowns herself in it until the breeze dries the dampness from her cheeks. She snorts softly as he speaks of the North being banned from Hyaline. Has half a mind to challenge that ban right then and there despite the warning behind his words. Despite his heed of patience. “I’m tired of waiting Nashua.” She finally snaps, as if she hadn’t been patient enough these last few months alone on the Isle. She barely hears him now, a ringing in her ears drowning out his common sense and pain. Missing the way he includes her as family now. The flames of her anger encase her so firmly that when she spits her reply she includes things she hadn’t even meant to say. “I want to be the one that ends it. I want to kill it the same way it killed me.”
-- Ciri
@Nashua oh good they can be angsty together