05-22-2017, 08:04 PM
you're waiting for someone to put you together, you're waiting for someone to push you away
She had kept herself hidden away. Waiting for that moment when she could put her heart back together again—waiting for someone… or something, to make sense. Poor little Enfys, her only purple child, had reminded her too much of him. It seethed inside her heart until she was burning from the pain of it. Those sad eyes full of so much love, her touch made of such ice. It was too much for Reagan to bear and she knew she could not be a good mother to her little princess. Ever present Reagan could always sense them.
Iasan.
Heda.
Enfys.
Terra.
Ruan.
And so when the Grey Lady had sensed her daughter Jinju’s fire was as strong as ever, her heart turned over with love and affection—and pain. And so, into the loving embrace of her older sister, Reagan had placed her smallest child, knowing that her husband—exhusband—would take her in, and look after her, better than the deranged magician ever could. The Irish eyes of the All-Mother were shaded to the goings on of the Taiga, but she knew that there was love and protection there. Protection away from the disastrous life that comes from being a child of Reagan.
And so, she had diminished into nothingness, favoring the fog and the trees and clinging to the outskirts of an abandoned life—free of love and bereft of loneliness. Until that second heart, that withered thing that had shriveled up inside her all those years ago, began to rattle.
And then it burned.
She could not scream from the pain of it, for her voice is rusty from lack of use, but she knows whose presence in these woods has not been seen since---
then.
There was nothing she could say. Nothing she could do to ever mend the hurt. And like a curtain that hangs in an old abandoned house, she is not sure of her place. Should she stay? Should she go? These woods were her home—her only solace in a world of nothing. His presence here could be… per chance… or it could be his way of seeking her out… though the latter is a far fat chance in Hell of that.
She scoffs slightly, an image of her old self perhaps peeking through the shroud of darkness. A fog rolls in, and she shutters herself away once more, looking at him with bright emerald eyes, before shifting into the silent wolf who stands upon the bluff, looking down, and saying nothing.
Would he even notice her?
Was there anything left?
Iasan.
Heda.
Enfys.
Terra.
Ruan.
And so when the Grey Lady had sensed her daughter Jinju’s fire was as strong as ever, her heart turned over with love and affection—and pain. And so, into the loving embrace of her older sister, Reagan had placed her smallest child, knowing that her husband—exhusband—would take her in, and look after her, better than the deranged magician ever could. The Irish eyes of the All-Mother were shaded to the goings on of the Taiga, but she knew that there was love and protection there. Protection away from the disastrous life that comes from being a child of Reagan.
And so, she had diminished into nothingness, favoring the fog and the trees and clinging to the outskirts of an abandoned life—free of love and bereft of loneliness. Until that second heart, that withered thing that had shriveled up inside her all those years ago, began to rattle.
And then it burned.
She could not scream from the pain of it, for her voice is rusty from lack of use, but she knows whose presence in these woods has not been seen since---
then.
There was nothing she could say. Nothing she could do to ever mend the hurt. And like a curtain that hangs in an old abandoned house, she is not sure of her place. Should she stay? Should she go? These woods were her home—her only solace in a world of nothing. His presence here could be… per chance… or it could be his way of seeking her out… though the latter is a far fat chance in Hell of that.
She scoffs slightly, an image of her old self perhaps peeking through the shroud of darkness. A fog rolls in, and she shutters herself away once more, looking at him with bright emerald eyes, before shifting into the silent wolf who stands upon the bluff, looking down, and saying nothing.
Would he even notice her?
Was there anything left?
reagan
