03-18-2026, 03:57 PM
batten down, baby, its a hell of a storm
She has never told a single living soul about what happened at the top of the Mountain.
Her mother was gone again (good riddance), and even if she wasn't, Wayfair wasn't going to seek her out, anyways. Topsail had never been the coddling type and Wayfair couldn't imagine that had changed any. She hadn't told her lover, despite him being kind and likely to listen. She had used him to fill a void and nothing more. It seemed unfair to burden him with her past.
She certainly hadn't told her child. There was something unsettling about that girl, too much dark magic in her bloodline. The child, Starboard, was the type to eat the weak and call it a mercy killing, not listen and offer consolation. Starboard was the type to cause trauma, not heal it.
No, Wayfair had held her trauma tight to her breast, never letting slip the mask of perfection her mother's tutelage had taught her. But here, with him, she feels like maybe she could lay it down, if only for a moment. While their journeys had no doubt been different, the nightmare had been the same. Two sides of the same coin.
"Harrowed." she says, dipping her head in acknowledgement. His question, however, gains him her full stare. It is a honest question but still, it makes her mouth go dry and her stomach clench. "Of course not." she says, unable to keep the bitterness from poisoning her words. She tears her gaze from him and adopts a thousand-yard stare instead as she tries to settle herself. "Who would believe me? Who would care?" she asks, somewhat to herself and somewhat to Harrowed. Finally, she turns back to face him, a small smile tugging the corners of her lips. "You're the first one I've ever met that was...there."
Wayfair
WC 303
@Harrowed
Ooc - sorry for the rapid fire muse explosion >.<