Tangerine
In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep
Doubt begins to worm its way into her thoughts.
It was possible he would never come - maybe she had made a larger misstep than she had originally believed.
She had known she made a mistake, pushed him away when she should have pulled him close, but she was so tired that night. She had been anxious to see him, but it would have been wiser to wait. That night, after they parted ways, her pregnant body demanded rest after the long journey from Tephra and Tangerine had found a sheltered place under a trio of flowering cherry trees to sleep away her first night in Hyaline alone. In the morning she had fully intended to go and find him, apologize and have the conversation which should have followed his heartfelt questions. But fate had other plans.
The dark god had other plans.
That morning the mental battle with him, which lasted for days, had begun. She lost in the end - found herself in his lair and bent the knee. But this is where her memories are scrambled.
She grinds her teeth and stops her thoughts from wandering any further.
She feels very alone as she waits for him, tucked away in the dense underbrush of late summer. But when she sees his golden form, it is not relief she feels as she had anticipated. She debates turning tail and running like the lowly forest creature she has become.
He would figure out what she had to say eventually. That she was gone, that she didn't have the right to advise anyone when her own life was in shambles. She had become the queen of bad decisions and she didn't need to be rubbing off on him.
The fallen woman.
But she misses the sunlight. She misses the mountaintops.
So, she calls to him and puts the past behind her.
"Amet, over here." But her voice betrays her with its tremble,
"I had almost given up."
@[Amet]
