show them the joy and the pain and the ending
For years, she had overlooked him. Overlooked what they could have been together. But that is life, and hers has so constantly led her astray. Led her down paths perhaps best left alone. Of course, she would not be Heartfire if she did not go where she should not. In a way, everything had been so very necessary to lead them here, to this point. To this moment, with their two newly born, perfect children.
And she would not change it for anything.
She has always resisted the more tender emotions, but these two, she offers it to them freely. Somehow though, along with their children, Wyrm has edged his way in, creating cracks in the exterior of the hard facade that protects the softness of her heart within. Whatever she might project to the world, when she cares (when she loves), she does so fiercely. There is no greater gift she can offer.
Not that she would tell him such a thing. No, she would remain as tight-lipped as always. She knows him too well. Enough to know that she had best leave herself some protection.
Instead she offers him that smile once more before reaching out to brush her muzzle softly against the shimmering blue of her son’s coat as he wobbles towards her, searching for his first meal. Wyrm’s observation brings a slight frown to her lips, and her gaze seeks out what it is Wyrm had seen. A faint grin tugs at her lips then, as she sees what it is that Wyrm is so proud of. Of course he would be.
”Longclaw.” She whispers the name against his new skin, testing it out upon her lips. Very fitting indeed. ”Just so long as you do not try to bite me with those teeth.” There is a hint of humor in her tone as she says the last, her eyes lifting to find Wyrm.
She knows how she must look to him, bedraggled and flanked on either side by the children they had created. The very image of maternity. And she finds she does not mind it in the least.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts