07-17-2017, 05:31 PM
She had lost the warmth. Furia remembers those days of horror briefly. It had only been encompassed by the earth shaking and changing around her. She remembered when Gran’s eyes had been so full of love and kindess and tenderness…well, now they just made Furia’s heart ache for her, for all that she had lost. It made her want to wrap her Gran up in a hug, but she didn’t. She kept her distance, well aware of her Gran’s abilities.
“So are you.” Fury says in return and then follows her when there is nothing else said. She follows her until she realizes that she is being followed and Fury almost smiles, smiles because it’s better than crying. She does neither, staying close enough that she would noticeable but far enough away that she wasn’t intruding on personal space.
Fury settles in for a long time of annoying her Gran until she remembered, until she saw that light in her eyes again. “Have you seen any of the rest alive, Gran?” The hope in her chest threatened to break out, but she smothered it down into nothing more than a little kindling of hope, nothing more than a little light to keep away the dark. “Daddy or Papa? Or Auntie Rys and Uncle Pazuzu?” She steps a little closer, one small half step really. “Lunasol?” She had always just preferred Luna. “Or Halora?” The same with Halo.
“Tycho? Roma?” The names of them all slipping out past lips that hadn’t said their names in so long, it was like stabbing knives her heart every time she did. Fury’s voice quiets just a little. “Grandda?”
“So are you.” Fury says in return and then follows her when there is nothing else said. She follows her until she realizes that she is being followed and Fury almost smiles, smiles because it’s better than crying. She does neither, staying close enough that she would noticeable but far enough away that she wasn’t intruding on personal space.
Fury settles in for a long time of annoying her Gran until she remembered, until she saw that light in her eyes again. “Have you seen any of the rest alive, Gran?” The hope in her chest threatened to break out, but she smothered it down into nothing more than a little kindling of hope, nothing more than a little light to keep away the dark. “Daddy or Papa? Or Auntie Rys and Uncle Pazuzu?” She steps a little closer, one small half step really. “Lunasol?” She had always just preferred Luna. “Or Halora?” The same with Halo.
“Tycho? Roma?” The names of them all slipping out past lips that hadn’t said their names in so long, it was like stabbing knives her heart every time she did. Fury’s voice quiets just a little. “Grandda?”